Asleep by a river

   In tidal eclipse.

Girl with straw hair

   And strawberry lips.


Placid.

   As the afternoon sun.

Her dreams are of scarlet

   And barely begun.


I do not know why

   She rests here on my bank.

Her time would be brief

   She told this me frank.


But here she lays bidden.

   Shut up with her eyes

Where mine look with longing

   To cacophonous skies.