Here I sit
On the river bank
listening to the wind
as it blows through the weeping willows.
Here I sit
on the river banks
Watchign the current pass the waterstones.
Waitng for soemthing in the cold.
On these banks
I sit alone
recalling the days
that have long ago gone.
On the river bank
I wait for more,
but still in its emptiness
I sit alone.
Will she come?
Will I die?
Will the seasons pass
and lose me in ice?
Will the love arise
to draw me out?
To give me new life
with clear wide eyes?
I can not say
all I can do is wait
Pretend a dream
of her coming to me.
To hold me
to love me
to sheild my heart.
to comfort my love in the dark.
The Waters pass
the seasons change.
The wind grow cool,
and I sit as though I am chained.
The snow begins to fall
it builds up a wall.
soon there is nothing
but true closing dark.
The lights in my head
they fade away.
Where am I going?
I am lost to ........
