Like A River Flowing Freely Poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain

The river flowing freely,
With a bridge to bring you across,
On a warm spring afternoon,
Nature sprouting and all is growing,
While birds sing and chirp a cheery tune,
The springtime feeling is getting to me,
Lifting me up from this melancholy mood,

What lead me to walk away,
With no resolution to our quarrels and qualms,
To be discussed or mention no more,
Instead, closure on the situation,
Yet, no closure on our hearts,

The river flowing freely,
On a warm spring afternoon,
The springtime sounds lift me for a while,
Yet, my heart is still low,

Crossing the bridge, I think of you,
And know we have really burnt,
The bridges to us and our return,
No discussion or mention of us again,
Now, we both go on our way freely,
Just like that river flowing freely,

There is no bridge for you and me,
To build or be able to cross over in return,
On a warm spring afternoon,
The springtime sounds lift me for a while,
Yet, my heart is still low,
On this warm spring afternoon.