River Circles

Tiredness flows through my bones
Like a river flowing over rounded stones
My eyes wilt and wither in tandem
While the heart beats at random

You talk, faint words in situ
I hear and disappear in love
You walk, a gloomy ghost
I see and be the gracious host

The river enters a valley
Silted, with my lonely dreams
The wind ruffles its edge
Breaking eddies of elegant energy

Switch the stream again
It is time for the daily ritual
Take my hands and whisper
"Sleep, sleep well my torn traveller"

(07/11/2004)