Painted river

 

Painted river I have named blue.

 Is an endless river my life flows through.

 No matter how far I swim cannot seem to get dockside.

 I am caught up in its current pulled under by the tide,

 endlessly whirling in circles guided by the undertow.  

Where blue chooses to take me, I have no choice but to go.  

Gaze upon rippled reflections from over the years.

 I realize blue was filled by my own tears.