In memory of Jerry Garcia and Gary Lee Lipe
I lay on a muddy River bank
My furrowed brow creased by the Winds of Time
Wrinkled eye glazed from marbled willows
As the dark eddies of Truth
Swirl beneath my feet, out of reach.
On the ashen bank, the sweet reeds
Of River's edge beckon me
To Eternity's dream, of Mother's retreat.
My sodden eye, upward it peers
To Father Sun, whose sweet smile speaks:
"I am Thee!"
Oh lost River, Oh forgotten dream;
Oh sweet Robin, and yes, sweet friend;
Come lay with me, come listen
To forgotten melodies, forgotten poems.
While the sweet, Sweet River
Washes our souls, cleanses our bones.
Come by the banks of some forgotten river;
Oh Sweet Eternity, Oh Sweet River:
I am Thee!
© Copyright 1996 Roger A. Lipe
First appeared in the anthology
"Best Poems of the '90's
Editor's Choice Award
National Library of Poetry
1996/97
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