By winterfall
A river blue
Runs right through
And carries dreams
From valleys high
They tumble down
Right by my side
And gather in
The pools below
So deep and cold
In eddies slow
And carries dreams
From valleys high
They tumble down
Right by my side
And gather in
The pools below
So deep and cold
In eddies slow
Reminds me how
Your love for me
Becomes a part of me
And my love for you
Becomes a part of you
I find my way
Through the narrow channel
Guided by a friendly light
But the cold wind soon enough warms
While all life passes in time
And even the granite
Breaks down to pebbles
Then sand, then dust
Lifted by the wind
Until I went exploring
I’ve wondered, too
Is this the nature of travel
Or the nature of me
Transitions
Whether, in the end
For the better
Or for the worse
A matter of perception
But in transitions
Themselves, I always find
Some beauty
Large or small