Stream

Below my bare feet flutter

The flowing river waters

Weaving its breath blue,

Through rocks and morning dew,

Winding trees yawn along,

Dried leaves and withered song.

Calling back to months gone,

My tears fading toward dawn.

My lone step drums the tender skin

Of the river who, bearing it, sings

Rosy melodies on bygone bloom,

That robin's whisper in their gloom

Spring days of eager daze,

Walking along my reckless craze

Your worried look, amethyst gaze

Flushed beyond the river's haze,

Sickly, it flutters underfoot

The river's flowing, bare roots.

Weaving sorrow upon my lips,

Blue and amethyst, as tears drip.