My River

Davey O'List

The water moves on so transient like many people I have known. I have some in mind that will always be my own. Are they the same as they to me? (sic). But will their love just grow? The answer is, as always is, that I just don't know. I wonder as I sit among such warmth - will they remember as I know I shall? The reflections of things we've done... when I return, things could be different. Our love will grow, my river just flow and flow as water and stones below. Yes, our love must grow.