Scarcely,
I see what I hope to see

Loudly,
I want to yell your name

Yieldingly,
I elect not to do so

Instantly,
I sink into the depths

Regrettably,
I take the foolish risks

Incessantly,
I continue to hang onto this

Slowly,
I will wither and blow away

Like the pedals of the flower
Yes, I wither and blow away
Like the beauty of nature itself
My sadness is here to stay

The long river shifts under the moon
The moon shifts wearily over the long river
On the long river under the moon, the canoe shifts to the sea

Past the highreeds
past the lowgraze
the canoe shifts to the sea
the canoe shifts with the shifting moon to the sea
So they are companions to the sea the canoe the moon and the man
Why are the moon and the man shifting so yieldingly to the sea