That river

That river

That keeps flowing down

One moment here

And the other moment gone

A decision today and

A broken will again

A broken will and

A precarious fall now

Let the waters go

Let the sands sit

Let the sands be yours

Let the waters go

Swishing, gurgling

Gurgling and swishing

Lub-dub lub-dub

That river

That keeps flowing down

the high cliff!

It returned to me

My high tide

And I darted ahead

With my waters far and wide

He stood tall as always

And as always

I crashed at his feet

Again breaking in a cry

A terrible try

My tides mellow soon

My calmer waters complain

And cry of the playing moon

I’d gain my high again

Volatile with energy

I’ll jump high in vain

Yet

What else would a sea do

But to try that one embrace

That a tight one

That at the high cliff?