The sun is up and she waits,
Head full of dreams lost but she knows it all,
He spoke to her every day as a ritual,
Its time now says the Riverman,
The river awaits to be stirred with his songs
The boat is an old wooden place,
Home away from home in despair,
He left behind all the belongings,
Longing just for that tear of peace rolling down the wrinkles,
Bliss awaits says the Riverman,
The river awaits to be stirred with his songs.
Travelling is always inspiring to me. Every picture along the way had a story, this one of "The Riverman"
Will be sharing lot more Picture poems in the coming articles from the travel diaries. Stay Tuned!!!
