At the banks of the River,
Just after the Rain,
I am nothing again.
At the shore of the Sea,
Everything I say,
Is silenced by the waves and the Wind.
Eons of force and flow.
Eons of nurture and power.
Eons of life.
And I am no one still.
Cleanse my prayers.
Love is in every tragedy,
Every falsity.
Even every cruelty,
Is a love of sorts —
It is in everything that ever was.
Cleanse my prayers.
And who I become.
Cleanse my eyes.
Let the River cleanse my pride.
I’m only here for a little while.
No one escapes the wetness of the Water,
Not even the water itself.
Nor you, my dear,
You especially are free.