Streaming Secrets

October 2005

The stream is quiet and calm,
Gently flowing, slowly rolling.
The troubles of the past
Are no more seen or heard,
Hidden in the ripples,
Of this graceful sapphire ribbon.

Teach me, oh ribbon,
Thy closest guarded secrets.
Teach me how I might forget
The troubles that hath plagued me.

Thy waters flow so smoothly
Down their chosen path,
Not wond’ring where they’re headed,
Not wond’ring where they’re going,
Only pressing onward
Like the waters of the past.

So confident art thou,
Not afraid of what’s to come,
Always looking forward
And never looking back.

Even when thy future
Looks bleak and full of storms,
You, oh ribbon, go forth with determination.
You know that you shall one day
Return unto this place,
To teach me once againThe secrets you hold close.