When the time keeps passing and the world goes round
and the sea is crashing at the cliffs and the sounds
erupting as the seabirds cry, you can watch the river
as the time goes by
And it's like it's holy and it can be hell
and you feel so lonely and you fear the smell
of the guns that fire then you see the light
of a rainbow dawning and you realise
that the river's flowing as the time goes by
And you met the people and you knew them well
and you said you loved them and you rang the bell
in the tree of life you watched them grow
and the world is turning as the river flows
The earth smells good and the sky turns gold
when the birds are singing and you bless the old
you can kiss your woman and it feels so right
as you touch the river as the time goes by
As you stand barefoot upon the morning shore
and you feel the centuries of death and war
and the wind is biting and it tears your skin
and the river's flowing where its always been
And the river washes and the river's clean
and the soul remembers where the river's been
as you watch it tumble and you watch it flow
your life's a river now you know, now you know
your life's a river now you know.
Your poem is a river Charles, with all the characteristics of the real thing. Within it, all of those flowing images carry us deep into the heart of this very powerful metaphor, where it becomes as easy to feel it as it is to understand it. You achieved an almost transcendental effect with this. A brilliant and heartfelt composition. You've lived and seen all the facets of this river and it really shows. jim
Sometimes a rushing raging but then peaceful and calm.Lovely write Charles. Patricia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would like to use this poem in a project for school. Would this be okay?