Not Meant To Be Poem by Ronald James de Langen

An enigma it seems my dreams recent’ve been.
Leant towards she, the unearthly being.
Relentlessly the river proceeds to the sea,
my thoughts compared to thee.
Troubled visions do thrive in your turbulent weave,
Centered, pivoted around that unnamed she.
Her deepest coldest fastest stream do brave
For e’en the slimmest chance of soul to save.
To swim in her waters is unimagined glee,
Such a gracefull thing as she and me,
we!
‘Twas certainly not meant to be.