The One

I know where she is… beneath an icy river that flows through a dark night, carrying the moonlight in innuendo, burning like cold fire through my soul, and sheading the timeless leaves of a sorrowful longing by the tide of a passing silver shimmering season. My love, like the trees along this path, drowning, If my heart, like the drums of a raging thunder, could only awake her finally, so my bones may rest beneath the night sky shrine, and my tears may dry for seeing. My roots, grounded in these waters, won’t let me go, for I know, she may come to me too late.