To My Dead One... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the tree standing on the
hill had always known the
secret of the river
but it was never moved
and never talked about
it, not that it did not care,
it simply respected the
secret of the river

the stones too, knew it
well in their silence, and
the river touched them
with its cold waters and
never moved by it, they
simply respected the
secret of its cold waters.

and the sky knew it too
well, high above the mountains
where the river winds itself
many many times, and the sky
simply respected the secret
of the winding river, its
antiquated sorrow, the way
it always sings for the sky
respecting too the height
of its grief away from the
sea it loves from the beginning
of time.

and i do the same thing
to you, as you finally rest
in peace.