04-21-2021, 08:09 AM
On warm spring days
the river holds you in its arms
as I long to: how absurd
to be jealous of a river.
I imagine the footsteps of the deer
to be your footsteps coming to see me
as the day wanes. I know that will never be,
for reasons not even you believe
but I listen attentively anyway.
O how could you leave me here
alone, where tears stream so freely?
the river holds you in its arms
as I long to: how absurd
to be jealous of a river.
I imagine the footsteps of the deer
to be your footsteps coming to see me
as the day wanes. I know that will never be,
for reasons not even you believe
but I listen attentively anyway.
O how could you leave me here
alone, where tears stream so freely?