RIVER OF DREAMS

The river of my youth flowed gently through,

Taking time to visit all the small coves

While leaving behind sandbars and shallows.

It almost never ran in a straight line.

In its water, as clear as the winter wind,

All small pebbles seemed in reach.

Each spring it rushed by in full flood.

It often formed small whirlpools near shore.

We had our joys, our griefs, our quiet times—

Laughing with our joys, crying in our griefs.

Now, when the river flows through my dreams,

I enjoy the best, regret the worst.

Then, like that river, I continue on with life

Taking time to visit sandbars, shallows and coves,

Savoring each touch with the river of dreams.