River Called Journey

 

Sitting alongside the young Journey River,
Our heads cleanly-shaven,
We have given our glory to the waters.
Our tears are old and gray.

Temporarily blinded by this need for eternity.
Their bodily perfume runs along its banks.
Taken away with Rosehips and Hibiscus,

We have come once more to cross.
We come for the elders who desire to go home in the middle of the Journey.
For the babies born in the high tides while we sit.
Grooming prayers made in river-soot,
Laughing with moaning visions
The end is not yet.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “River Called Journey

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s