River's Late Hour

Rising high to touch the wonders
Others have left for me
Holding my eyes at hand to see
The precious form of silent dawn
Grasping in her hand in mine
Jaunting down to the river’s edge
Mirrored beside the passive stream I watch
Each speaking our own restless thoughts
Along with our own
Natural light display
Disclosing the latent
It’s illuminating effect on the charcoal sky
Lost the instinct for passing hours
Existing without time
Paths of understanding grow as I’d hoped
We share our secrets better now
As I recall I’ve learned a bit more
She also has gained I find
And I will go again in my mind
And so will she
Will she
Will she