Guided by the ringing bells
in her voice
and the ghost
of her singing,
winding along the river
I came to see
the daughter of
flowing waters
Enthralled and seized
by the shinning silver,
couldn’t I tell
if I watched the moon
or her hair
Kissed with unfathomable beauty
the cascading smile
made the waters obey
River daughter but
mother of life
who whispered into the wind
enchanted light
Her eyes told me
secrets of the forest
I understood ancient mysteries
only to forget them
for her gaze
assaulted my memory
A hazy dream
lays in my head
pieces of her voice
I can only see
the river daughter
is now but just mist
However one secret
can I remember
The one
that her clear glow
magically engraved
The one she told me
not to utter
for it's hers only
to give away
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A contemporary poem for the river daughter
sábado, 4 de agosto de 2012
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