River God
River God Walking upstream in a Dried up river bed Silt and smooth stone Crunching beneath my Blue tennis shoes To my left I hear the Clumsy tromping Of a native We silently acknowledge Each other, she Continues foraging and I Drift further into my fairy tale Exposed roots express hard times Hardened ground reveals the Former residences Of a crawdad family I slowly lift my eyes Looking from tree to tree Then I see my River God He is withering in the summer sun His eyes still burn with the Intensity of Spring They’ve now yellowed, with his skin His Lover always calls to him She has run off— Like Persephone She will not return to him Until Winter’s chill has Frozen his heart and the tears in his eyes He knows she’ll return to him Her breathe will Undo all the damage Until then, he must wait Silently hoping for rebirth So I guess that is the prologue for the story.
River God Walking upstream in a Dried up river bed Silt and smooth stone Crunching beneath my Blue tennis shoes To my left I hear the Clumsy tromping Of a native We silently acknowledge Each other, she Continues foraging and I Drift further into my fairy tale Exposed roots express hard times Hardened ground reveals the Former residences Of a crawdad family I slowly lift my eyes Looking from tree to tree Then I see my River God He is withering in the summer sun His eyes still burn with the Intensity of Spring They’ve now yellowed, with his skin His Lover always calls to him She has run off— Like Persephone She will not return to him Until Winter’s chill has Frozen his heart and the tears in his eyes He knows she’ll return to him Her breathe will Undo all the damage Until then, he must wait Silently hoping for rebirth So I guess that is the prologue for the story.