Will i ever crosss that river

I stand on the banks of that river, 
the river that is wild and winding 
I yearn to wade in..

to be soaked skin deep
to feel it in every bone of my body 
to feel the ripples rushing over

but something holds me back
it is just that tides seemed mighty strong..
I was afraid that they may take me along..

into the whirlpools deep within
to places and feelings unknown
forever






I have never crossed that river..
rushing through, takes you places unknown..
to be there..
to be immersed in the music of the ripples..
to be caressed by the water flowing by..
..
I don't know what..
it is not that no one ever gave ma a hand..
it is not that the hand extended was frail..
..

i was not ready to cross the river..
not yet..
not now..