The "mighty" Kern
Most of us think of rivers as women-
ever changing like their moods,
but mine was a man - a lover - a friend,
The Mighty Kern.
Like the rapids-
his life, his pain, his love rushed through my veins
and had the power to change
the boulders of hurt into tiny grains of sand,...
fine enough to trickle out of me
like the sand in an hourglass.
His smile warmed me
like the sun would a tree on the bank
on a frosty morn.
And those eyes -
deep like the forest that surrounds.
His love overflowed like the river
as it reached the dam,...
My Mighty Kern
Copyright: October 27, 2005
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