Follow the River In sounds of ripples laughing along a muddy shore; In the flutter of cottonwood leaves fresh from Spring’s arrival, her gentle voice awakens my thoughts: "Memory is a river: prevent it not from altering course. Waste not your precious life on ifs, whys or whens. Follow the river quietly into the night. Though you walk alone trust that endless shore to guide your steps. Walk fearlessly in your own light for my love cannot fill the longings in your heart, nor my tears heal the scars in your soul. Heed the voice of the wind; the subtle changes in passing seasons. Trade your measuring rod for a walking stick: follow me; transcend time, believe and you shall surely find your ship upon the timeless sea.