Last Journey?

Saxon Crow

Floating along this meandering river 

Bobbing up and down with the rippling tides

Just following it's course with no conscious effort

Watching the world as I drift by

The sun shines down in mirrored obscurity

Never seeing the reflection of what might be

And here I drift immersed in this comfort

Womb like, unasking, free

The water caresses the land so gently

Tickling with playful glee

While I flow on in peaceful contentment

Out to the deepening sea

The flame from the sun

Is slowly extinguished

Onward I ever go

Until this realm of land and sea

Is no longer a place called home

And so I float on through a sea of stars

On a tide familiar but unknown

Then in a lifetime or the birth of a moment

I come to a shore I can call my own

Never have I felt such safe comfort

Or a bliss that touches my soul

And as I step onto this beautiful land

My body fades and goes 

And all that's left and will ever be

Follows a river out to a sea

And steers toward a final horizon

Neverending, alive and free

 

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Comments8

  • tallisman

    This hit a spot! Really enjoyed the gentle flow of this poem, which matched the flow of the river, beautifully written, I bow before you!

    • Saxon Crow

      Thanks Tallis. Mutual respect means there's no need to bow! 😉

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful words SC, strangely as you put on dusk arisings poem today my poem today will be of the same ilk. Great minds.......

      Andy

      • Saxon Crow

        Thanks GF. Something must be in the air.

      • dusk arising

        A spiritual journey indeed... and who knows where to.. but a positive faith in that which awaits is a wholesome thing.

        • Saxon Crow

          I wouldnt say faith exactly. More a mild curiosity haha

        • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

          Gentle words , crow ) beautiful poem 🙂

        • orchidee

          Good write SC.
          But, heehee, don't the rivers go back to where they came from, in a sort of circular route - river to sea to clouds to rain to fall in rivers, and so on. Is it same water that falls in the same river? How would we know?! lol.
          It'll be my last journey will be on the No.11 bus. It's being disbanded next week. Doh!

          • Saxon Crow

            You've got no romance in your heart Orchi. That's you're problem. Haaaarumph 😤 😂😂
            Looks like you'll have to dust off the mobility scooter!!

          • L. B. Mek

            'here I drift immersed in this comfort
            Womb like,'
            Brilliant imagery, dear Poet
            that metaphorically tattoos itself
            to our very, sense of self...
            (never imagined the River Styx
            portrayed, so gracefully
            who knows
            maybe Charon, just shepherds us
            from one life, to the next
            and all we know in betwixt
            those realities
            is that gentle womb, as safe harbour
            for our unbreathing, heartbeats
            of wonder...)

            • Saxon Crow

              Thanks LB. Glad you saw where I was going with this.

            • Rocky Lagou

              I love how the title is a question, because this really does feel like "conclusion" and "beginning." Those final lines: "Alive and free" truly captures the essence of this piece. I adore everything about it, I can also relate to this "bobbing" up and down through tides "familiar but unknown." Wonderful.

            • Michael Edwards

              Super write SC



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