Begin to glow

The river
Beckoning below
Drawing me
Into its flow
Passing judgement
On the show
Willing me
To let it go
Should I stay
I do not know
The choices grow
Wind it whispers
Change and grow
Break out of your
Tempestuous woe
But oh to dance
To music slow
Hold her hands
Feet toe to toe
See those eyes
Begin to glow
But here I stand
Apart alone
The river
Beckoning below.