The River and Her

Sitting on the pier thinking of her. Ripples upon a river sun dancing on top. Thinking of her as love flows, through mind and I have found heaven, as I roamed these hot Harlem blocks.  Sitting on a pier thoughts her filling empty spaces, inside of my head I think I have found my sweet spot. I have found a rainbow at the end of Harlem and she is the gold that fills the pot
Sitting on a pier in Harlem watching the river.
           As wonderful thoughts of her, ripples through my head. As I stare from the pier at river. Thinking of her as this beautiful Harlem day slowly sheds. I'm thinking of her now as the sunsets upon the river, and sky turns from blue, to beautiful shades of orange and red. Now I am laying in my bed. Standing on the pier thinking of her as I am peering into my head.