Museful River

There is a place where we can’t meet

Where your face remains unknown

It is the time when I’m alone

It is a place where silence stands

Muses holding creative reprimands

It is there where I turn from cheek to cheek

Longing for the words you speak

But in this place, organically grown,

Is a haven for me to be completely alone

It is a place that refuses other’s hands

It holds me darkly to meet its demands

It is there where my rivers peak

Giving me the words that I must speak

 

I can’t deny, I can’t erase

The billowing spirit

from your face

Emanating fiercely

From your own within

Reaching through

waters forbidden