Forever's Starlight

Where waters weave in unknown bliss I wander riverside, lost in the ancient.  There beside as they call, belief grows, persisting in rivers beauty.  It is as if all falls away and I am pared back to myself, the essence of the river. It's golden glides, it's chatty riffles, it thrumming gorges, it's thunderous runs.  Each one speaks volumes, earning it's way and embracing it worth  in strength and virtue.  Wearing away at banks crumbling as chocolate loam  like surf to the sea, it's beauty undeniable, punctuated by divots that define the beautiful.  In that beauty we find things that make the world we know, the ones of honest green, light blue, tan, and rocken red.  There, gifts of endeavour, grow beneath starlight moon, making the unknown known and the impossible endless.  In that is the possible, the fulfilling, the impenetrable, that grows like springtime flower, like petals from rosen tendril, shoots from the earth.  That is growth, the earth we do know, where little happens except life and love, dancing with the moon beneath forevers starlight until the sign glow of sun rises again.