This River

A silver tongue aflame in light,

I watch the rivers course.

Through entangled woodlands and deep shade ,

Long fingers touch it's source.

Mirror for the sky to see,

Ashine , a flood of light.

Colors tremble upon the lips,

Of a glossy wave in flight.

That sylvan flood, my lover is.

And never far I roam.

Amongst the reeds and tangled lilies,

This river is my home.