The river flows

The river flows
beside houses where love grows
meandering along lonely banks, it makes its way
a flower waves, as the breeze makes it sway
ripples on the surface hide secrets deep
down underneath, tales held in sleep

All of the stories it has heard
the muttered words
that uttered curse
the stuttered verse
a poet trying to find words that flow
like the river below

The waters spoke
in hushed tones
every secret insight
into the loves and lives
it carries them with purpose
like a leaf on its surface
to set the words free
it spoke to the sea

Thanks for reading

Peace and love

Kyle.