The Water's Course

Being is like an untamed river,
Raging down steep hill,
Breaking through each futile dam,
Ignoring man's slight will.

We're all caught up in currents strong,
Swirled here then there,
Occasionally diving into an eddy,
To be tossed back into nowhere.

Sometimes you seize hold,
Of another's thriving hand,
And pull your bodies close,
Till you submit to River's demand.

Demand that forces division once more,
And confusion you face alone,
Few overcome The Rivers pull,
Those few have comforts unknown.

Many days and years ago,
My being brushed by your own,
You fumbled to harbor my stubborn affection,
Our union has only grown.

Demand is calling our hands to part,
Our minds to disengage,
Our hearts to only warm thyself,
To submit to River's rage.

Now fingertips are all that touch,
Our minds barely unite,
My heart can't even warm my own,
We're lost in all Its might.

You struggle to call me to your side,
As I cry for you to come home,
This resistance consumes my everything,
I'm dwindling into the foam.

The River has powers that none can fathom,
Being decides our fate,
We're at the hands of ire waters,
We have but trivial voices in our own life's debate.