The river runs deep within the soul

The river runs deep within the soul,
turning twisting along the water-fall of time, along
the places where I have journeyed through the dark and the light
and heard the song as it flowed
deep into land and into the people who listened
and rejoiced, who listened
and found within the music that they were home.

The river runs deep within the soul,
into your eyes, heart, mind
and together when the moment grows hush
we finally can understand that across the distance, across
the borders, across the illusion of boundaries
we are finally all one where the song flows
deep, pulses deep, from the soul into the land and into
the people who listen and rejoice, who listen
and bask for a moment along the banks of serenity.

The river runs deep within the soul,
and when I return after the toils and trials of this long, ever
long journey, I will find you there, cup and blossom in hand,
awaiting to ask if this time I will stay.