| 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
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