Oh! From such a high height I see a blue river,
with a golden bay and a purple reflection-this is such a
beautiful river, but when will I ever gain her affection?
Whisper to me-from your heart of a dazzling emulation.
You love me, I know that, but why can't we be together?
These sheer rocks hobble me from reaching you safely,
so I look lovingly at your liquid eyes, breathe in the earthy
air and jump.
The wind blows through my mouth that longs to rest on yours.
Suddenly, I stop breathing.
My chest tightens and my eyes shut-a collision of thunder and
sun in water.
A splash. Drops of echoes. A broken heart sealed.
I am now in your hands-in a bubble we are gently floating into
ashes of love.
Oh! Such a beautiful river, that flows into the mountain rocks.
And what she carries with her: a reflection of affection.
And bravery.
And what is left on the shore?
A fragment of what we once had. Some growth of tenderness,
laid on a golden bay by a river of purple reflection-but how will I
ever gain the river's affection?
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(A character from my my other work, 'Like most I came from an Ocean...' wrote this for someone from the same book for hidden reasons. The chapter in which this poem is written has not been published yet, therefore I cannot say who wrote this.)
