Rivers Poem by Bill Galvin

This river runs by my doorway
Down in Durango town.
I’m here to say part of my goodbye today
To a woman; an angel I found.

Upstream in mountains miles away,
We were once young, unbound;
And one of the acts in one of our plays
Played out up there on higher ground.

What role we’d play in each other’s life
We just could never know;
Turns out our souls became mated for life,
And I’m having trouble letting go.

But all rivers flow to the sea, you’d then say,
Guided only by moon and sun;
And though they travel their separate ways
Comes a day they flow into one.

Now you’ve crossed through that silky veil
And I miss the smile on your face;
And I grieve my loss with silent travail,
As our life I try to retrace.

Sometimes called the river of souls,
These waters, they cleanse as it wends
From where we first accepted our roles
As helpmates, and lovers, and friends.

And all rivers flow to the sea, you’d then say,
Guided only by moon and sun;
And though they travel their separate ways
Comes a day they flow into one.

So, I’ll get in that raft you helped craft for me,
And I'll get in my own river.
I’ll play out the rest of this mournful journey,
And let the waters take me wherever.

Knowing that…
All rivers flow to the sea, as you’d say,
Guided only by moon and sun;
And though they travel their separate ways
Comes a day they flow into one.

3-29-2015 Durango, CO - 4 AM
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