Sometime ago just sometime ago
I remembered of that beautiful River
And I need him to comprehend
He never knew but I knew him
I speak of the past
of that River that thought it was the sea
though it did made waves
you know little waves disappear quickly
I loved this River
my dream was to swim in it
when I was old enough to comprehend
the flood consumed my River and replaced it with ash
why was he taken away so fiercely
from me, from me so early
by that light the River who thought it was the sea
it flew away with its mighty golden feathers
never to return
matter not how I cry for this River
I can only blow my kiss
and hope the angels bring it to him

For R.P., whom I will never touch.