I sat in the silence of the riverbank
Watching the river going to the sea
Riding on her waves
To her oceanic lover
Who must embrace her
And become one in union!
I imagined myself on the bride’s side
Sending her off
To her majestic groom!
The sun lit the river’s path,
Dressed her in orange-red
Before its own flame
Sank in her water!
As the last heron left the river
Carrying on her wings
The fading daylight,
It was my time to go home,
Sadly knowing though,
Tomorrow,
When the river would be on her way
To yield once more to her lover,
I would not be on her bank.