The river's song in moonlight fell, A tale she'd weave, a secret spell. Her waters shimmered, soft and wide, But she was not to be my bride.
She danced beneath the stars so free, A silver thread through hill and tree. I walked her banks in soft embrace, Yet knew I'd never claim her grace.
Her whispers called me every night, A gentle pull, a soft delight. We were the same, her voice would sayβ Two travelers, doomed to travel alone.
Though I adored her boundless current, To clutch at her brilliance wasn't my part. Her beauty was wild and born to wander, Her heart a rhythm and her soul a psalm.
And so I watched as she sailed off to sea, Her waters glimmer till morning be. In her, I found a tender reprieveβ Gladness of love, the beauty of letting go.