“cry me a river, cry me a river

I cried a river for you”

The words from a bygone era

running through my mind

disturbing dreams of yesteryear,

yet how poignant the words.

In my minds’ eye

I see the tide rise and fall,

like the baton upon a drum

steady, sometimes slow then fast.

The waves beat upon the shore,

the rhythm of the river

disturbing, and yet so tranquil.

The small boats crossed the river

when I was a child,

fishing boats and war boats.

Such memories buried and yet so real,

the river was then my shield

that kept me safe.

From the invasion of chaos

that threatened my tiny world.