many moons have come and gone
since the thought even crossed my mind
so many rivers have been crossed,
on this long and winding road
we've been walking on.
there were times when bridges were burning,
others ... swimming in breath taking turbulence,
to unknown shorelines
throwing caution like a child of the wind
flying like a feather with the breeze in a leap of faith~
hopefully crossing muddy waters
while trying to find the brighter side of darkness.
some things we learn so slowly
...there comes a time…
… when there is needed time
for building bridges
to other hopeful respite
never intending to fall in love again
and yet believing that nothing is inevitable.
if love is the purpose of this journey
giving love is asking for nothing in return
surrendering to an undeniable,
preordained destiny...
Harlon Rivers December 5th, 2012
...a chapter from Whispering Moon Beams
...a chapter from Whispering Moon Beams
