Waiting On The Rivers Of TimeA Poem by KWP... love without boundaries ...The rivers of me ebb in reticence, but she knows. The creeks in me gush freely in enamoured bliss, because she knows. The waterways of my heart cascade only to the ocean of her light because together, we know. Like day to night, and light to stars, she completes me. 'No!' They say, 'It's not the way.' In a web of ignorance, our simple love, - is not the way. The ignorant are illiterate in the poetry of true love. I am authentic, I am free. Yet, here we are waiting for the laggers behind to leave the boat atop our waters. To learn to float. Interceptors of love possessing a desert heart, waiting for the rain, always, waiting for the rain. Desert heart, when the rain comes, let it pour down on to you and lash you foolish with acceptance to cleanse you of all the rules. Let it replenish you with water enough to sprout forests who welcome life - in all of it's colours, shapes and forms. All life. My wish for you, is to be an ocean - you too can open your arms to the rivers. © 2017 KWPReviews
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