My sweet river
Where have you gone?
.
I knew you
Of bygone places
Wrapped in icy mornings
Beyond time.
.
Sweet songs of your seasons
Passing stories
Like childrens secrets,
Magical and suprising,
Refreshingly indifferent.
.
That was us.
.
Among your soft curves,
bantering about,
Often silenced in reveries,
While whispers passed across
Your eyes
Sparkling of emerald dreams.
.
Not you,
Not me,
But this.
.
Different now
In a sadness.
Lost
In the bony grip
of a relentless routine
Unrehearsed
And unwelcome.
Shaken Rain 