Treasure Island

Lauren B Called

(Motown)

The River


Imagine days of old
when snow kept people home for weeks
a fireplace in every room
travel by horse and carriage

the strong gentle man
clears the drive meticulously
the sight of him clears it's own path in her
like a river raging

he works long before the sun
tiring all limbs
doesn't know his own beauty
she wonders if his efforts are returned

a cold sight to passerbys
yet warmth to her
the way home surprisingly not far
for living in different worlds

in every room there is space
space enough for him
at meals always enough for one more
still no one is there for her to give

if it were days of old
he would have been her king
ruling with wisdom and kindness
all to him surrendering

Submitted: Monday, January 06, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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