Song River

Song is a river, river is a song
that comes down from the sky to carry
me out to sea, kisses peaks of mountains,
wends the myriad sufferings of plains

listening is open embrace that need
not know what it will come to hold, the feel
of what is not yet full, the spell that will
be key to unlock the heart of untold wealth

the river flows over boulders that give
it swirl as it wears on them, as song sings
of what is, winged with what was and will be,
waters of flight of long forgotten clouds

the wind that passes through straits of my throat
boat that soon sinks sings bottomless  being