My River

I wait by you, mighty River.

River strong and vast,

River whose torrents 

I've so often longed 

To dip my feet.

Oh how my heart swells for you

And the touch of your familiar mist.

For many times I've gazed long

Into your sun-kissed surface, 

Mesmerized,

Only to find my own reflection.

Your passing pains my heart, dear River.

For soon you'll leave my banks behind,

To turn the bends and offer tides anew

And form ripples whose acquaintance 

I haven't made formal.

It’s true, that once 

You washed your waves upon me;

But impurities gather in a stagnant surf,

Becoming a place for scum and soot

To fester.

Your plight is kinetic, sweet River.

My sweet River.

Lest turn stale, you flow.

You may never cease, only wind,

Surely to take my heart 

When you go.