Find the River

There's no one left to take the lead,
But I tell you and you can see
We're closer now than light years to go.
Pick up here and chase the ride.
The river empties to the tide.
Fall into the ocean.

The river to the ocean goes,
A fortune for the undertow.
None of this is going my way.
There is nothing left to throw
Of Ginger, lemon, indigo,
Coriander stem and rows of hay.
Strength and courage overrides
The privileged and weary eyes
Of river poet search naivete.
Pick up here and chase the ride.
The river empties to the tide.
All of this is coming your way.

 

 

I love the poetry of this song and it's lovely melancholy. The river is a muse of mine... imagery, the feel, meaning and metaphor. The lyric including the luscious names of plants and fruit makes for something beautiful. Like the sound of these words, I can smell and taste them: Bergamot and Vetiver...Ginger, Lemon, Indigo...Coriander stem and rows of hay.

 

"Me my thoughts are flower strewn, Ocean storm, bayberry moon."