The river calls, but

I hear the river call me from so very far away.  Bubbling from its spring just up stream and around the bend from the cabin I so often picture in my minds eye.  It's still beautiful there.  Still timelessly flowing threw rock creek bed in its slow and deliberate search for the ocean.

I want to answer.  I want to be there, walking along your shore... Hearing the children play, watching the Osprey and the Eagles hunt...  Smelling the sun bake the pine needles till they release their magic.

I'm coming... Just as soon as the world releases its grip on me.  Then I'll be in your embrace, and you in mine.  Wait for me.  I know you will.