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MY RIVER

Born from sources and rains.
High on Lorraine’s plains.
Your waters are flowing north,
from the moment you could walk.

You’ve done it all before,
for millions of years or more.
Things couldn’t change your colours,
as sunshine became rain.

From a wayward child you grew up.
Nothing seems to bind you.
No living soul could speak,
before you’ve said your words.

History unfold,
from a current we cannot hold.
As you get into your stride,
succoured by brothers in arms.

Baptize this chosen land.
Divert your stream through rocks and sand.
On your journey far along,
this sollitary road.

And when you get there,
the alliance becomes diluted.
A next generation waters,
adopted by your course.

Well there you go;
Ready to accelerate.
Flow together and fed by rains.
Yearning, to discover what’s gonna come.

But take care…, the first winding is hiding.
Beyond the reflection of this city.
There where the tower stands,
dawned all the storms of the past.

Your banks besmeared with the colour of blood.
Dreams taken, beloved hurt.
By a freak of nature,
life is given to the meaning of your floods.

It drifted along, you’ve seen it all.
Pleasure and grief, rise and fall.
As a cow I ruminate,
resigned and thoughtless,
and we see your water smile!

“Oooh,
don’t leave me stranded.
I can’t take it no more.
Don’t make my efforts wasted!”

The stairway down,
proceed across human borders.
Virginity taken by surprise,
by a concrete reality,
that restrains you and cripples your wings.

But your presence is so welcome,
it’s the reason for life.
The germ of existence thrives,
being carefully given away,
to all that depends on you.

Carry the ships from here to there,
while we misuse you everywhere.
To dump our waste,
‘cause ‘gone is gone’
is the common short term thought.

Tied to measures, bound to crescent.
Beyond the limits of adolescence.
When disobedient and grumbling,
alone…
in this struggle for release.

“Oooh,
don’t leave me stranded.
I can’t take it no more.
Don’t make my efforts wasted.
I’ve seen it all before.
Don’t leave me dried up.
While heading for the shore.
Don’t leave me wailing.
No no no…”

“I need my time, I need my space.
I have this water to carry away.
I’m hasty, I’m strong and wide,
and I can hear the ocean call!”

Escape from the earth, back in line!
Successive waters will come in time!
A peacefull parting,
on this sultry summer-eve.

“Oooh,
don’t leave me stranded.
I can’t take it no more.
Don’t make my efforts wasted.
I’ve seen it all before.
Don’t leave me dried up.
While heading for the shore.
Don’t leave me wailing.
No no no…”

Born from source and rains.
A stiring life restrained.
Cautious flowing,
to disappear in the ocean’s reach.

You’ve done it all before,
for thousands of years or more.
Only a fraction of time…
I had the privilege
to see you passing by.

Your waters made this river.
What remains is just an illusion!
Farewell…
I hope to meet you,
forever in my dreams!
My river…

(To be continued)

Tonny de Rouw
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