His River
"His River"
I saw Him in the day, I saw Him in the night,
He never could leave me, never escaping from my sight.
I saw Him as I woke, I saw Him in my dreams,
I saw His smile in the tides as I walked along the streams.
I would see His face in the treacherous waves,
But now? I am blind, I can't see His eyes,
I can't see The Man made up from my own lies,
And now all I am left with is the whisper of His cries.
For it was all an illusion: He never did return,
Never to view as the seething waves hissed,
Never smiling back for he never did exist,
Each day in the morning's awakening mist.
I cannot go on without Him here,
The waters are what I've long became,
Wait, like Him, am I the same?
Wait, do I hear Him calling my name?
Is this where I may be let free?
A place no longer forced to pretend,
A simple escape just around the bend,
For is this only the beginning, not the end?
So I head back to the rivers once more,
No land left for me to roam,
Feet grazed against its soapy foam,
His river I shall now call home.
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