The River

Life is a river
Traveling many paths
A drop in that water
A drop that falls, flows, and stops
Suchs as one's life
Birth, age, death


But a river is not straight
Nor is it one
Like a river, life has many curves and branches
Curves of chance
Branches of fate


Curves that turn into fourtune
Branches that pour into destiny


For those of the true power, fourtune is filled with hope
Destiny filled with love and succession


Those of the shells of society, fourtune is fowled, destiny tainted
All shown is chaos and destruction


These paths and curves are mapped by the savior
For all shamans of humans to see
All is revealed by any who ask
Any who learn the way


And as life, love is like a stream
All is there and more
Curves of fourtune, branches of destiny....and dams of obstruction


For as two humans find each other
And travel down the stream like drops of water
Shells filled with hate and jelousy block and detour thier path


Like plates of steel
Dams are hard to break
For to break a dam
Two must explore themselves and each other
And find the answer of life and love
And learn around obstruction
For only then can two drops drift the same path of life


Dedicated to the one girl of my life

4/1/98
copyrighted 1998