Calm waters behind me.
Fast rapids up ahead.
Filled my heart
with a sense of dread.
Headed for the Quay
next to an old Oak tree.
Its trunk swept clean
by the current serene.
Pulled my boat
upon the stony shore.
Believed it would carry me.
Forever more.
Stood by as the river flowed.
Looking for something to decode.
Built a fire to warm the soul.
A light upon the shallow shoals.
Stretched out on the cold hard ground.
Listened to the murmuring sound.
Of moving water in the dark.
Loud enough to leave a mark.
That could be heard throughout my dreams.
As I rode the lonely streams.
Calm Waters
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