River Soul Poem by Denise Hart

The inner and outer beat as one
Piercing the leaves of yearning
Entering the spirit of none
On this wondrous, waving journey

The rhythm that she seeks
Is the motor inbetween
What she knows and what she loves
The rest is just a screen

She enables the ripples to find their way
Overturned rocks, rubble of grey
She never sleeps
Constantly on the go
Spreading her embodiment
Wherever she flows

She attracts the mighty and the tiny
The flavoured and the laden
Her voice echoes through movement
Through the secrets of her smile
Through her tyranny and screams
Her love moves through the seasons
Of weariness, casualties and dreams