White Water

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


It was calling to me, the river,
It's voice blending with the flutes;
It's song haunting, yet still sweet
I felt the pull of distant roots.

You, so dear, followed me there,
At my side we worked as one;
I lost my soul and found my heart,
Before that dangerous course was run.


And we heard the river mock us;
Heard the taunt of life and death.
The water coursed deep within our blood;
Freezing, yet pleasing, with it's cold wealth.


I could have gone there on my own,
But I'm so glad I had you by my side;
For in the humbling might of white water,
I found that love just could not hide.


I don't know where this river will take us;
But I'm content to let it show the way.
For if you are there to hold my hand,
On that rolling water I'm content to stay.