RIVER OF TIME

Tonight I sit again alone,
beside me tugs hard the pangs
of my encumbered existence.
Temptation slips its fingers over mine
and begs me leave the bonds
that secure me to this state of mind.
Romancing this will
that has fast become servant to my unconscious desires.
With each tormenting moment adding to reason.
It calls me to cast again myself upon the river of time.
I resist perhaps
to only soothe my guilty thoughts of life's abandon.
The water looks so refreshingly exuberant tonight.
Perhaps a toe, a foot, not more than a leg I caution myself.
The soothing current pulling my every thought
until my head swims in rythum.
I cannot hear the cautioning anymore.
Within the instant I deliver myself unto her beauty.
Streaming with no end
she wraps around me like the arms of a tender embrace.
Her fluid magic soothes my passion for purpose.
Her shimmering surface dances before my eyes.
She winds gracefully along her patient course,
twisting along she bends my soul.
She takes my hand
and I discover much more than where she leads
She takes my heart
and I will not be alone.

PhylanthropicFlattery "Wingless"
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