When loneliness stabs me like a thorn through a blister
When my psyche incites me ’cause I can’t resist her
When centuries crawl past since the last night I kissed her
I drive my old Chevy slow as pain by the river
’cause the river knows what to do
I park on patched grass. I follow soft yellow moonlight
rippling over dark waves like gentle lightning in flight
through velvet clouds conniving to conceal hope from sight
yet helpless in resisting that glowing river’s might
'cause the river knows what to do
Stars seem to be falling toward us
my shining rolling river and I
I wonder if angels record us
My river laughs sadly as I cry
I hover on this ebony shore and I shiver
sensing gentle wind causing fragile leaves to quiver
and whispering Oh romantic fool you’ll forgive her
A sudden rain. Yet I stay and kneel by the river
’cause the river knows what to do
Roger Armbrust
June 11, 2011
