The River

The river carves its path across the land.

It rushes by the ghosts who haunt its banks;

two lovesick souls who dimly comprehend 

that if they touch the water they will sink

and so each day these tragic phantoms stand

to watch each other on the farther shore;

a fascination that shall never end

for all the things they cannot ever share.

Instead they sing in voices soft and sweet

such love songs as the river never heard.

In melodies these lovers truly meet;

they hide a kiss in every rhyming word.

Perhaps one day our river meets the sea

but until then, my darling, sing to me.