Here at the river I sit
The sun is bleak
And the clouds are low
But beside me butterflies flutter to-and-froe
I have chosen to be alone
At least while this hour’s nigh
No else can hurt me here
This place is mine!
A gentle breeze blows through the trees
Singing of weeks through the years
I’m sure this place was just the same
Long before my days
The gentle raindrops speak as well
Stories only heard through silence
Beautiful tears they are within
Sad but with hope inside
I want to forget the dullness of my daily life
I want to just stay by the shore
Here is all that I’ve ever wanted
A place untouched by tar and oil
The water ripples as it passes by
Who knows to where it goes
Maybe to the other side
Sometimes I wish that I could know
If only I could lay here forever
The sand in my hair
The sprigs of grass tickling my nose
The wind caressing my face
Why should I have to go?
But alas the time has I come
I stand and turn away
Following my footsteps – the trail home
Back to the walls, the pain, the strife
Away from my sanctuary
However I know the time will come
I’ll be here again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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