In Any Form Of Endearment Poem by RIC BASTASA

The river in you moves
Taking the least resistance
You shall be the murky one
That seeks your own level of murkiness

In calm and still moments
Let me fish for once
In your moments of rage
I shall be the rocky gauge

In the moment of your dryness
I shall be the river bank nearby
We shall be always here in any form
I shall be the bamboo grove one day

And you shall be the cool river again
gently flowing by