Standing on the banks again,
Before the bridges and the mud,
I plunged into the all encompassing,
Fear then caused the flow to freeze
I stepped on the ice with longing.
But no cracks formed and slowly
Now, I�ve returned to the bank
This river waits for me for he
I stand at the bank and pose
So I stand here and with my River waiting,
Copyright © 2002 Christopher Burns
Muddy emotional waters flow under
A fortified but slowly rusting bridge
Which I had created in days past.
I stood on the opposite bank.
Young and optimistic I longed
To feel the Hudson�s cool water.
Invigorating, but dangerous current.
I was swept away by the emotion
But I loved the Hudson nonetheless.
And shivering alone I stood
On the bank again with tears flooding
My eyes and burning my broken heart.
I longed for it to break.
Crack open so the Hudson could
Take me lovingly into its embrace.
My heart began to turn to cement.
I walked to the other bank and
From there I continued on alone.
My heart full and love received by
Another river of emotion who
Fears nothing but himself.
Knows this is something I must do.
So now I return to you, Hudson
Now flowing again from time past.
Questions that answers had eluded.
Will the Hudson answer me
Time can only tell that truth.
The next step is up to you, Hudson.