Dying Mother

Down to the river
Where always I go
To sit with my thoughts
And drift with the flow

On my back blowing smoke rings
Capturing stars
Drifting through heaven
Free of my scars

Nature's deep calling
That pulls at my heart
Heals every wound
Inspires my art

She whispers with wind
Cries out in the rain
Dances in trees
Collapses in vain

Nestles me softly
In grass, green and tall
And keeps all my secrets
No matter how small

Down by the river
The world melts away
Just me and my mother
Sweet earth of decay