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The Longing River
The misty rain falls on the river wide,
Autumn's hues washed clean with the tide.
The chill of frost creeps in the breeze,
As silence echoes through the empty trees.
The colors of nature fade away,
Beauty lost to the coming gray.
Only the river flows on and on,
Its voiceless current, forever gone.
I can't bear to look to the distant land,
My heart yearning for my homeland.
I can't help but feel sorrow and pain,
As memories of the past remain.
I think of the woman in the tower so high,
Watching for me as I pass by.
But I missed her gaze, many times before,
Lost in thoughts of what's no more.
Who knows of the times I've stood alone,
Leaning on the railings, lost in my moan.
Lost in sorrow, lost in my blues,
On the banks of the river, I pay my dues. |
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| yearn |
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to wish very strongly, especially for something that you cannot have or
something that is very difficult to have |
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