The crystal glaze of my eyes,

Stare curiously at your solemn features,

But then fall downward,

Staring blankly at the river below,

As it brilliantly flows,

Through Winters sunlight,

Gently passing your fingertips,

Causing a cool contented rush,

One of the few feelings that makes you smile,

Across the bank lies a stranger,

He-Who- Sees- It,

Feels it touch our hearts and minds,

Like sand sliding past smooth glass,

It always lands to its fate lead destination,

He suddenly stares down at the river,

And is abruptly reminded,

That no matter how fast,

Or how slow,

It always flows into the ocean ahead

--October 16, 2002