Psonnets of Romance
When Rivers Mingle

When rivers mingle, who has known their way?
Whoever drinks partakes what springs from two.
When you shall drink of me, I drink of you.
We strengthen one another that we may
flow on to where we rest, but not to stay.
For when we reach the end, we rise anew
to fall upon the land, to spring forth through
the founts to trickle down the mounts where lay
the mouths of both our rivers where we kiss
to mingle once again along the shore
that leads us to the land where stillness is,
at one with one another long before
we rise from rest a moment, knowing this:
our waters flow forever, mine and yours.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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