The Boatman

Every morning at the river bank
The native boatman lies in wait
People climb aboard the boat and
He ferries  them across the river

He sings a romantic song
In a clear, mellow voice
Looking at the skies above
And pouring out his love

He sings of life, he sings of love
Keeping  all rapt in awe
Everyone feels an inner peace
Along the river ride

As he sings his song
The river makes a ripple
The oars sweep the waters
Guiding the boat to the shore

Boatman, what is it that guides you?
What gives you that glow?
Is it the song in your heart? The birds in the sky?
Or the creator above?

© copyright skm,  April 23rd, 2011