River song

Where I grew up, by the river Rhine, there is a multitude of legends and fairy tales about life with/on/by and in the river. Clemens Brentano wrote a beautiful tale about a miller who loved this grand river so much that every night, he went down to the weir and in his joy he sang a song for the river and made a wreath of flowers that, as a gift, he threw upon the water and watched it being carried away….
This is my homage to a smaller but most enchanting river by the name of river:

Hello there, river,
whispered be your name,
for you are full of beauty,
and in your glittering grace
you touch my world
and gently mend its fissures,
adjust its shades to gentler light.

You play with trees whose
images you emulate
and tease some eager ducks.
The reed that seemed to try
and stem your ways in summer
has shrugged and bowed
just like the rocks,
they know who’ll lead the way
and who will stay
and who will not.

Hello there, river,
let me dream your name
for your unbounded beauty
feeds this world
and plays with it
suggesting
how to play the game.

I.S. 11/2010

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