As the river flows past |
Our secret rendez-vous |
My heart beats slightly faster |
From anticipation |
Of locking our arms |
In sensuous embrace |
While passions blend |
Our souls into one |
The weeks of patiently waiting |
And dying inside |
Now end as I grasp |
Your perspiring hand |
Tracing each finger |
Each tremble |
In my mind |
Only when a chilled gust |
Wakes me to reality |
Do I understand |
That I am alone |
With this cold river |
Flowing ever onward |
As thunderclouds |
Fill a saddening sky |
©Chikara 1986