The River

By: Matthew Aasen

It rushes forward like a highway in unstoppable motion

So much as a tip-toe could drag you in and run you over

In perfect pattern it stays consistent

even when the leaves from the trees defending it wither to dust

It will topple you onto your knees, put you in your place


Like a king standing over you with a guard and an axe

And it roars like a lion

With a blue mane

and liquid treasure, melted gold


Thr rivers mist is a magic spell, lifting you up with it

But you choose to look down

Once you peer into it and seek your hearts desire

All you will see us yourself

Gazing and yearning for more

Deep into your eyes


It gives no answers and tells no lies

Yet it’s always there in full glory

The king of the world

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