Rise From the River
I saw you floating on the riverbed,
Your hair rested unguided in the shadows.
Gently you rose, a full glimmer of risen beauty,
As you were, natural, content and giving.
To me, slowly you wade through the river,
The water breaking in silver at your knees.
Yet on you tread over time weathered stone,
Waiting I stand, a stray tear for beauty.
Nothing to compare and nothing to hide,
You climb the sandy bank, a gentle offering.
Until in the grass you are standing,
A million eyes of light reflect through your smile.
I have waited for you, now you have come,
No search is ever fruitless, no matter goal.
For an empty hand is never less than an empty hand,
A cold shiver, a sneak view of vulnerability.
When to the water you return as one day you will,
By the river I will stand until the day I fall.
Then into the ground my body will be given,
Until the river reaches my grave and carries me away.
From the river we will then rise together,
Hand in hand, the stones trampled underfoot.
The land will be ours to inherit,
Until the day the wind carries our spirits away.
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