Above the River

A frigid night, high in the sleepy mountain The young noble bird for the final time Sits on the lip of its mother's nest And spreading its wings to take its flight Then find its place in the moon-lit sky Thus it soars the gentle white peaks But its lack of companion swiftly becomes cold Filling with sorrow it sinks through the depths Its soul weeping bitterly It is searching for its own From grace it falls to dark lowly hills Searching for love from the common river so vast To the flow of the stream its virtue succumbs But the river holds only empty oaths Loneliness follows, a dying mask comes last To a sky thick with snow and the chill of the wind Where peaks of wisdom cut deep through the night While the highborn's weightless spirit returns The young eagle's shadow appears far below As the soothing sunlight crests the mountain's height