The Secret Of The Rivers Tale Poem by Monica Engeler

A starlit sky brightened the night
With a northern wind blowing
Hear the rushing ripples flowing?
It awakened the glowing eve light.

At last the river tale unfolds its secrecy
Why do the waters thrill the seeker?
Risking whatever might seem bleaker.
You see a quest is the greatest mystery.

All ventures who dare the waterway
Travel only by moonlight skies
Those sailors are known to be high
So set forth all mighty and don’t delay.

Two vessels took about with ease
Only the sailor’s cries were saluted
Everything else sounded muted
Just two ships sailing in the breeze.

Ever faster churned the water waves
And those swells seemed to get crude
Alas the sailboats lost the rivers feud
Sadly there was nothing left to save.

Far off the sailor’s grieved there way
Both boats were lost by the brooks squall
The rivers tale cried a song to all
And dark shades covered the pathway.

Remember those who cross by night
Only the dark skies light the means
Whatever else can barely be seen?
Onward is all that appears to be right.