This was inspired by Jilly’s Jim Harrison quote:
“The river can’t heal everything” ~ Jim Harrison
The painting, by August Macke is of the Rhine at Hersel.
Into the water it goes,
the weight of the past a round stone,
and the ripples it shivers so bright,
silver flickers, still I stand alone.
Into the river, brown trout
swish shadows where currents run deep,
tressed water of anger and love,
drawn down to the ocean to sleep.
If you’d once whispered soft words at dawn
when the harsh morning dragged me awake,
but the rose petals left me the thorn,
and the shame of the day was to break.
Into the water I send
the petals and thorns and the dreams,
to sail in a barque with white sails,
where silver and golden light streams.
Into the river we go,
swept in dark arms of the flow,
perhaps at the end will come peace,
when your face fades to moonlight—release.