River Wild, Ocean Deep

Special thanks to my beloved brother, Peter Kidder, for introducing me to the song which accompanies River Wild, Ocean Deep.

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Epica “Rivers”

When I was a little boy
I dreamed a little dream
Nothing black and white
Yet, every colour in-between
Stretched across both land and sea
Were rainbows in the sky
Knew there was a reason why my eyes remained so wide

Stepped out from the shade and every distant light beguiled me
Shyly I advanced perchance and flashed a smile politely
Ventured forth along this course intrepidly and blithely
Cared not to awaken from this dream

Daring to believe that everything was as it seemed
Vast imagination setting acquiescing scene
Better dressing skies comprising stars of timely sheen
Guiding me to paradise foreseen

Had I not been quite so keen
To glean a spot serene
Then I would not have cottoned onto that which later life would see redeemed
Needed to proceed to loss of innocence with diligence
Patience was a virtue with no curfew
Solely imminence

Ignorance was blissful as this one time wishful thinker hid the crystal tears dismissed for years beneath the silt of blinkers
Eyes deprived of twinkle
Sunken treasure in my keep
Even flow of odds before me
Obstinately steep
Talking cheap and walking line designed to hide the dawning light
Reminding that I must abide the rules applied denying me the answers nowise justified to seek

Thrust aside from all I knew
Confined in unjust solitude
With nothing left but intuition
Long obstructed common use
Shouldering the burden of a wealth of stolen verse
If only I could dare to dream to see this reimbursed
If only there were blessing to address unspoken curse
Then I would break the chains of token worth

Nothing black and white
Yet, every colour in-between
Streaming river wild to ocean deep
Look into my eyes
Shall find no secret left to keep
Crystalline reflections of the paradise we seek
These guiding lights provide illumination through the blackest nights
Awaken inner child for thou art seen

Dream a little dream
Then make it infinitely bigger
Learn of your afflicitions and their triggers
Such could never hope define
The souls of those with widened eyes
Once we find the treasures of the deep
Share the only secret left to keep
Find the long lost peace of mind
Beckoning through second sight
Breach the tide and ride the reef
For paradise resides beneath
This gift bequeathed to all who see the colour in-between
Those who dare to dream a little dream

Knew there was a reason why my eyes remained so wide
Knew that one fine day I would be seen
Knew the rainbows in the sky would never cease to testify the blessings of each storm cloud as it weeps
Each and every tear a diamond sparkling uniquely
Streaming river wild to ocean deep

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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1 Comment

  1. “Dream a little dream
    Then make it infinitely bigger
    Learn of your afflicitions and their triggers” – so beautiful an encouragement 🛡

    Love this journey you’ve shared 🌳🌻

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