Poetry in Narrative.

The River's Sound.

The River's Sound.

This part of the story was omitted on purpose;

and like in the beginning, it started with a kiss.

Soft and sultry, heated and heavy, passionate

with flair, that made her wonder, "Who does this?"

He was a simple lowly peasant, saving her life.

See, she'd been spiraling out of control to her will.

Far down that endless trend of doing as others do.

"It's proper," she chimed, though her heart wasn't filled.

A heart longing to be noticed, for beauty it was.

When one day it went down to the river's sound.

She'd heard it, felt it, then stumbled and fell in,

before she knew it, it too was almost drowned.

Now a peasant, fishing for dreams and things;

sometimes lost to his own soul-searching ruse.

Always looking for uncut gems with beauty fair;

shaping them back into elegance to enthuse.

Seeing one fall into the river's sound, he drove in.

Without fear, he swam its cold channels abode.

Brought out the gem, clearing its edges smooth;

polished its softness while that river flowed.

On that bank he dried it, then kissed what it was;

one of the fairest gems he'd seen in the world.

The eyes came alive to the bluest of skies and he,

that peasant of rings, sang for that gem of a girl.

"How beautiful are the flowers on the forest floor?

Lucky we are to smell their fragrances we adore.

And who is that those stars really twinkle for?

It sparkles for a peasant with an opened door."

His words filled her gem filled heart with wonder.

Ruby red, beating a chest that heaved to a passion.

In and out; breathless from words that kissed deep.

Raising a watered soul into being readily fashioned.

He needed time to polish all that'd been cracked.

Days turned to years of madness for passion is this.

One never turns away from something it loves!

It finds a place to keep that which is missed.

Together with his ruby, that peasant can be found.

Along the banks where a song can still be heard.

Down by the edges of that quiet river's sound,

a dreamer of wishes found a gem that stirred.

A.o.R.