A Touch of Grace
A
Little Light Music
Odyssean Way
Copyright © 4/13/2005 by Rich Rivers
To my love, Nancy McCreary
Beneath the city's eyes,
In shadows of the rails and restless time,
Along the river runs a course
Which many travelers will find.
Her branching arteries
Confiding in the waiting trees,
Her countless secrets
She will whisper in the evening breeze,
Upon her byways through the park
She sets the stage for what will come.
Stretching past her horizons,
Bridges crossed lead the tide in,
Along Odyssean Way.
Her stone pavilion listens,
Hanging on each word that echoes by,
From two paths far apart,
What one obscures the other cannot hide.
"What am I waiting for?" she cried,
"When will I get it right?
How my blood burns for him
But in his heart he's cold as ice."
The stormy days when love decays
Into the changes in our lives.
"Desperate nights should have told me
When his arms wouldn't hold me
Along Odyssean Way."
Beyond the bend, there stands a wall
Where courses end and paths divide,
Two battered rings and shattered glass
Warn of the rocks at river's side,
"Why am I feeling trapped
Within the world our vow has made?
Your heart is gentle
But a sadness shadows all our days."
The waters churn their dreams,
When love brings misery, the river cries.
"How could I have expected
Shades of sorrow reflected
Along Odyssean Way."
Some places two roads cross
In unpredicted ways at certain times,
The merge of lovers' fate,
She listens from her window deep inside,
"You have awoken passions
I thought I would never feel,
Through you love's sweet disarming,
Worlds I've guarded you've revealed."
The gentle wind sings to the leaves
Which dance in silent ecstasy.
"I give my love to embrace you,
To touch your face and to kiss you,
To watch the sunset together
In your arms."
Odyssean Way.