The River

Gargling, bustling, roaring by,
like some bullying beast on high,
aqua blue and deepest depths,
bubbling rhythm danced in step.

Swirling white and darkest blue,
bringing dreams and memories through,
like some timeless mirror of thought,
once you look; forever caught.

With pools of dreams eddying by,
in the depths of minds eye,
images form then fade away,
like cosmic whirl pools in the fray.

Whirlpools gurgle, eddies froth,
in the depths small shadows toss,
for oh the pull of current cries,
like some giant of upper tide.

Andrew Siddle / 22/07/08