River Poem by Milton Wayne

Can I bathe in yourexistence;
While going deep within in your skin and swimming in your emotionsto capture your essence.
Your lungs inhale the fragrance of our motherland.
Your lungs are long enough to hold the root man was founded upon.
The sway in your curves shift time still.
While your legs buckle as thee lips bring you to my silver lining.
Close your eyes.
Because on this journey, I hold your conscience in my hand and rest it on my island.
Bringing peace to your soul
Freedom to heart
As your river flows.
By: M.W. Styner, Jr.