Where the River Speaks

artwork posted by Asta @ weheartit.com

I dreamed of a house by the water,

down near the river’s edge.

Where even the wind was silent;

stilled were the voices in my head.

It was such an odd sensation

and I didn’t know what to feel;

far from my chaotic life;

in this land, oddly surreal.

So I figured I’d enjoy it

under the shade of a nearby tree.

Meditate and listen to

what the river was saying to me.

In a voice no more than a whisper

it recounted tales to me;

arguments of video games

and shoes caught in a tree.

I felt my face frown at first,

sub-consciously of course.

Glanced at my surroundings

and gave a little snort.

Not deterred at all you see,

not even the wind seemed to care!

On went the story-telling

of the tangle of gum and hair.

I surprised myself just then

with the beginnings of a smile.

Gust of wind, a gentle nudge

and I guffawed at the child.

The memory of pouting face

with just a touch of fear.

If not for the fun she’d had,

I’m sure she would have shed a tear.

As the river continuously recounted

things I so often yelled about,

I couldn’t help my reaction

as I laughed and rolled about.

My house is such a curious thing

with distractions of the oddest kind;

not an ounce of reprieve daily.

It’s a wonder I have my mind!

But here things seem less serious

than the punishments I have served.

Out here, such stunts made me laugh

where I would have issued a harsh word.

When the river’s tale was done

and my laughter settled down,

there was a valuable lesson learned.

I love having them around!

For all the insane antics

that cause me to yell so,

I would miss them dearly

if they weren’t around, you know?

The saddest feeling hit me then.

I began to feel quite lonely.

The shade felt way too cold

and the river felt a lot less homey.

Atmosphere shifting, eyes aflutter,

an imp just broke the shutter.

A small grin an outright laugh,

small lips began to stutter.

No matter what the prank and cost,

these distractions are dear to me.

I’d rather this house than the other one,

down where the river speaks.

© Day Dreamer

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