Lover, make me a river stone
worn smooth and fine
in sand and brine
by the grind and grate
of our love and hate
of all we despise and appreciate,
make me a river stone.
Dragged along the gravel bed
by the forceful tide
of the tears we’ve shed
polished by pain
to show the grain,
make me a river stone.
Veined with crystal
rare and fine
jagged edges
smoothed by time
I’ll break your heart
if you’ll break mine,
make me a river stone.
In the flood and in the drought
flowing blood and dreams and doubt
this riverbed’s the one way out;
make me a river stone.
Nancy A. Henry
mrseclecticist 