I’m at the river bank
drowning in your tears, Ophelia.
Why call for me?
Your soul rests in Rue.
Your Soliloquy lives in Aloe.
You’re a haunting echo.
I listen to your eulogy,
my heart is speechless
and wonders in a water dream-escape;
in remembrance it feels,
in freedom it breathes
and in love it lives.
A lotus blooms in my depths,
Lilies grow in my skin
and Roses bloom in my palms.
I wish you would see me walk on water, Ophelia.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
I’m at the river bank
drowning in your tears, Ophelia.
Why call for me?
Your soul rests in Rue.
Your Soliloquy lives in Aloe.
You’re a haunting echo.
I listen to your eulogy,
my heart is speechless
and wonders in a water dream-escape;
in remembrance it feels,
in freedom it breathes
and in love it lives.
A lotus blooms in my depths,
Lilies grow in my skin
and Roses bloom in my palms.
I wish you would see me walk on water, Ophelia.