By the river at night, street lights dance indiscriminately to the ways of both water and traffic A lull in-the-midst taken, before friends and music fill the room And I may lose myself amongst the madness Open to the poetry of this now and the next, I willingly gather myself - shaping all my loose parts into a tree Breathing in and out of existence, the river carries the shadows and bids me farewell, “ ‘til tomorrow my beloved ‘til tomorrow!”
