An imaginary river
Delivers me to the darkest place,
Where I escape
All that is real.
On both sides of the water,
Strange shadows meet
To greet the ****** moonlight,
I reflect unknown,
Thrown in the waves,
The water never gives,
It just takes,
As it flows
With painful motion,
As I run down to the hill,
Carrying my sorrows
As all I have,
I run to my lover:
The dearest solitude.