The River
(For Ella)
The sweet sound
of her sleeping
between white sheets
sun-scented from a noonday sky
She hung them to dry as the wind
whipped and lashed the fairness from her face.
She stared toward the river
feeling it pulling her back
to that day when all above
was blue and still-
Until her heart tore
when she heard his cry
knowing she couldn't save him
from something so deep.
She hung them to dry as the wind
whipped and lashed the fairness from her face.
She stared toward the river
feeling it pulling her back
to that day when all above
was blue and still-
Until her heart tore
when she heard his cry
knowing she couldn't save him
from something so deep.