The River of life
The mountain ice gave birth to a river
Crystal clear down rapids that were an ecstasy
Of sexual pleasure smoothing rocks
Foaming of joy let it never stop do it again
The stones said.
But some waterfalls were not so silver-tongued
Ending in eddies of resentment.
The water became corrupted by overuse as it
Reached lowland of temptation
A wide flood running slowly towards the ocean
Where it will be clear again and regain its innocence
Alas, it cannot make the journey once more.