The Riverside….

He travels down to
The River shore
This same time every Eve’

And when he returns
He’ll scrape and polish
The mud from both his greaves

For kneeling here
In the shallow tide
His Sword drawn from its sheath

He impales the tip
In the silt and mud
Rests his forehead on its pummel and breathes.

A whispered prayer
Summoned from his Heart
To the Goddess of the River, Deep.

Doesn’t ask Her for Gold
Doesn’t ask Her for Power
All He asks is a moment to Speak.

With His long lost Love
Gone these twenty Years
No more for His eyes to see.

And he hopes that his Tears
Are tithe enough
For Her to answer His Plea.

But no Answer has come
In these long ragged years
That might bring an end to his plight

And the River water drips
Like the Tears from his eyes
As it ends the same, Every Night.

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About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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7 Responses to The Riverside….

  1. Ernest says:

    A romantic, you? Absolutely gives one chills..

  2. rachel says:

    💗 beautiful big love.

  3. VictoryInTrouble says:

    This is lovely and sad. I just realized I am in 2015! I thought I was almost caught up to real time but I’m a year behind! wow!

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