A River Flows In You

I appear shallow when truly
I am immeasurably deep
On my surface; beauty casts reflections and shadows and sunlight
But there is darkness at my bed

Sometimes I am quiet 
I lay still and serene 
Sometimes I am restless 
I am raging and rapid
Sometimes even; I fall

Words flow fleeting
Downstream
On no voice
My mouth may never close

My joints are meanders
I was born to waver and bend
And mould and not end 

My source is so much older than I
Yet I have seen more
My veins are rain and snow
If I am where the skies seep sorrow
Then where am I to weep?

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at free verse, inspired by River Flows In You by Yiruma! Please feel free to leave some constructive criticism.

Reviews

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Your poem is as beautiful as the Yiruma's River Flows in you!

[The Protagonist]

thank you :)

[Lucid Dreamer]

I love how you ended this poem! Great write!

[The Protagonist]

Thank you so much :)

[Lucid Dreamer]

You're welcome!