An overnite solitary camping experience at Zion National Park was the inspiration for this poetic rambling....... A River runs through me, can you feel its magic?

As I listen to your gurgling, oh early morning fisher of this woman's soul, playfully reeling me in, till just barely in sight, then letting slack the current to drift back down and reeling me in yet again; oh you tease, till finally you draw me from the depths of concentration, and for a moment my writing stops and the pen slips ignored to my journals half written page.
Almost surfaced now, I begin to hear your joyous morning song, as you land me in the light of day, and in ardor. Blinking eyes open, and hearing your sweet murmuring call, gives rise to the very first recognition of the morning .
Oh Joy! My love of life and I are in perfect tune today! A glorious day to feel the love outside, just nature and I rapturous...as the golden light of morning gives way to the diamond glitter of day; I plunge into living waters, surfacing quickly with a shriek, as joy explodes in laughter and in me!
Oh river you do so laugh with me, glad I've been up in the mountains. Tingling, electrified, I am eternal, a part of everything around me. The air brisk yet warm too,delicious. Throughout the activities of a simple day, we are constant companions, you and I. From time to time, you call to me, and as I look into you, I am brought out of the flow of time, and into the eternal, transfixed by your ineffable qualities, ever contemplating the nature of your ever- changing unchangingness.....
I seek your fluidity of running water and your shadows shifting on the mountain back drop. Shall we meet again? Meet at afternoon tea?
I gaze with eyes soft-ed by the subtleties of your beauty. Just a river, just a symbol for the ebb and flow of absolutely everything, you are eternal. I am not.
The world slowly melts away, as sip by sip, lost in your depths, I am lost in mine. You bring me such peace dear one. You are awesome to be shared.
As shadows trace their way across your craggy profile, lazy fingers trace my own skin, evening announces it's coming with the first delicate hints of the cool night air, it caresses, strokes, sucks me in, even as you do...
You the river run peacefully; eddies and currents merging, it is sweet, you are sweet, I am transformed because of my hours spent here...
There comes a bouquet of your scents; of mountain springs, desert rock and all that you carry, most of all, the sweet earthiness that gives rise to such a deep bodily sense of knowing you.
After sharing a sunset dinner, I busy myself with dishes and cleanup. Once done I turn and let out a soft moan of delight to see that you've changed into your long black evening dress, the one that turns, with each little movement, into rippling, shimmering pools of liquid silver.
The rest of the evening flows by - no beginning, no end, no words, except perhaps to say, I sit contentedly like an old Chinese poet, watching the ancient starlight land with a little splash, then gone. And now I return to my journal by firelight.
You've finally made it home as the moon reflects your full circle of currents. And you've shown me my soul. In your peace and tranquility I have found my self.
At last as sleep comes over me, we slip into bed together, your sounds and I and you gently lull me back into the ocean of which we are a part......
The river, a perfect lover....eternal, sultry and blissfully all mine as I sleep at nights fall.