A river sojourn 'twas to be
On crest and flow now taketh a turn
I see thy tidal mood
And mark my heart at thine occasion
Filled thy lung in air so sweet
At bow and swell two worlds doth meet
Thy muscle in thy holding legs
Hath taken voyage a-many thus
And tendons smile within thy temple
At rivers change in winded sail
This vessel takes thine rolling touch
LILLIOR IS IN THINE COMPANY
Thy scream
To wind and roiling river
Thy vessels name i giveth to sprites and spirits
Of rivers keeping
For thus the ways from breaths before I
Thy will be found in glory be
At helm on this here lady
For all thine days I hath in me
Thy heart is in this making
mF
(C) MarkFlood2014
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