Goodbye......Tomorrow.

The river flowed slow, my melancholy rose, my heart sang softly, no one heard. My soul flew high but did not leave, my lips stalled, tripped over the word. Goodbye. My aim to leave, it was true, but my destination remained unvisited. Despite my best efforts to shuffle this coil my mortal will fought and resisted. The river flowed slow, my melancholy faded my heart sang with joy, it was heard. My soul remained housed, safely inside, my lips uttered the beautiful word. Tomorrow!