Artist and poet. Statistician.

A Walk to the River
(in tribute to beginings)
revised 21 Aug. 2008)

i walked to the river
the waters were falling
the ocean was stayed
the mountains were calling

i'll not SAY i love you
i'll BE love instead
i'll ask of you nothing
but that we be wed

my windows are shaking
they're smiling and pointing
a stone path compels me
to old lover's glenn

where, cold is chastised
and trees never bare
the willow's my blanket
i've nothing to care

i've come with no braces
i'm not here to scorn
i think naught but love you
of that i am sworn

i'm back at the river
the waters are rising
the ocean's applauding
the mountains are calling

Neptune is quiet and
Zephyrs are sleeping
my windows are resting
anger is weeping

song birds are waiting
the river is blue
a chalice afore me
i'm waiting for you

the doe drink the water
the grasses are long
i dream while i'm sitting
i wait for your song

the river is moving
in slow rippled waves
a ship is appearing
upon which you play

alight from your transport
your harp now a sword
rests on my shoulder
i fear love no more

my shield is arrested
all battles are done
Ersarthyl's upon me
me and my one

though war may still call me
i'll not take up arms
i'll rest with my beauty
and bathe in her charms

the river is singing
the ocean's now blue
the mountains are whispering
"Mars is quite through"

(c) Erik, 11 June 2008, 01:27AM

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