On the Brink

Another pantoum…

On the Brink

I hear, wild river, your sweet green siren song
As I stand beside you on a sultry day.
Though it isn’t safe, your current much too strong,
I long to let you carry me away.

As I stand beside you on a sultry day,
Collector of rains, deliverer to oceans,
I long to let you carry me away.
I must resist these dangerous notions.

Collector of rains, deliverer to oceans,
I want to drink you in through every pore;
I must resist these dangerous notions.
But then—I wonder what my life is for.

I want to drink you in through every pore;
To hell with caution! I’ll hold back no more—
But then—I wonder what my life is for…
A moment’s thrill within the rapids’ roar?

To hell with caution! I’ll hold back no more—
Though it isn’t safe, your current much too strong.
A moment’s thrill within the rapids’ roar?
I hear, wild river, your sweet green siren song.

Updated: November 1, 2018 — 4:35 pm

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Mary Wildfire

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