Where the River Meets the Sky
The river hums a quiet tune
Its waters deep its spirit wide
It carries whispers from the moon
A drifting dream upon the tide
The willows bend with knowing grace
Their fingers trace the silver gleam
Reflections shift they lose their place
Like echoes rippling through a dream
The sky leans low in hushed embrace
Soft clouds dissolve in water’s glow
No start no end no time no space
Just endless blue that bends below
A heron wades through mirrored light
Its wings outstretched yet still confined
Between the earth and stars in flight
A fleeting truth not yet defined
The river runs the sky remains
One always moves one watches on
Yet in their meeting both are changed
A moment held then swiftly gone
So let us be like sky and stream
One drifting free one standing tall
And in between the quiet gleam
A place where love can hold us all
by Alex Green
