The Mystique River

A night by the moon lit riverside,
The river flowing as calm as my mind,
To think, it could kill a few hundreds by it’s ferociousness,
Just like my mind who died a thousand times.

A little while ago a lone sailboat crossed,
Leaving the bay like a barren land,
Devoid of anything but a lone soul,
And the mind as calm as the river itself.

The sky and the clouds above,
Tells about the brewing storm on its way,
Yet, the river regained its calm posture,
Like my mind, very well aware of the brewing storm.

As the water flows towards the sea,
So does my thoughts gel with my mind,
Calmly flows the river, gentle and mild,
Like my mind, before the brewing storm.