Echoing the Water Sweetly Flowing...

Down my Cheek

Is that You, YEW, across the river?
The sweet-watered river,
that flows
embanked,
ever alone?
Thus leaving me-- this life-- ever alone?

I stand 'neath the Full Mother's
just-waning Light
and seek...
in the shadows of the other bank..
in the leaves of the forest running parallel...

And break tears when I do not locate,
cannot not pinpoint.

I have Danced alone for
So many years,
it seems the only Way, the natural way...

yet I see in the world -- above my head
and beneath my feet
and IN MY HEART--

It is NOT

We are NOT alone.

...Nor together.

So, rent asunder by
the current that swiftly passes, that swiftly flows
past, and past, and
beyond...

i stand. Alone.

Dance forgotten.
Song unable to be given note.
Fire not kindled.

Again.

Wet, Dreary...
Alone. Alone.
All, All alone.

You.
YEW.

I KNEW
and KNOW.

and fathom
all the less, because...
Where? and Why?

And How, i ask the glowing-above Orb...

HOW?
WHEN?

Cygnus