Copyright © Diane L. Schirf
By a gentle river
Waved by a silent breeze
Under deepening shades and shadows
They soared, my thoughts of you.
Scattered by evening’s final rays
Flitting toward the water’s edge
Dancing, singing, swirling, sighing
Never ending, my dreams of you.
Where they lead, I cannot tell
Why I follow, I do not know
Where they go, I wish to be
Anywhere, everywhere, visions of you.
Upward they float, dimmer they glow
Farther from me, farther from shore
I must go; I cannot stay
They have taken me — I am no more.
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