Whispering River

So this is the mesmerising river
That keeps you so enthralled,
It seems to me, that's a very hungry river,
Spuming white, white water like a cloud,

Frothing rumbling, pulling at you,
And you fighting, fighting that angry river like a tiger,
Struggling, imploring, let me pass.
But it was annoyed having a weakling like me fighting it...

In my mind's eye or was it a dream,
I've seen that talking whispering river.
Whispering, whispering...and I not, understanding 
Foolishly looking for a way to cross,

Maybe there will be stepping stones 
A causeway perhaps, to carry me across
My heart's in my mouth, tears on my face,
Fearing, fearing... fear in my soul,

Reaching, reaching for the other side.  
for he was waiting for me. for such a long time  
But the hungry river won't give up its secrets...
That's not just any river floating sedately to the sea.

That river is alive roaring, roaring, 
As if to say, do not mock me
Arms wide open in supplication I implore, please.
But it wasn't listening to me...

                             By Connie James