The River
I walked with the river in kind of a dream
Hand in hand
The all knowing river and me
To the clamour of rushes and deeply bowing trees
And drunk making blossom, that blushed to be seen
I told him my sorrows and broken down dreams
Confessed every lie
Replayed every scene
He openly wept as he listened to me
And then with the sun in the west
He showed me the sea
