--

Our souls sigh...
and our hearts
become
a great,
dark river
which flows
from
human sight -
into rest
and into
night...

You can not
see it
but
it is there
in mind,
in mind...
we follow
the rush,
the playful
sparkle
down
down
down
into what
we can
only discern
through eyes
swollen shut
with tears...
We feel
the cool
water,
the wet,
the rush,
past,
through,
our dying
fingers...
Shh!
We can
hear it
now -
close to
the source
of sadness...
Our souls
sigh
then we
are gone
to embrace
whatever
followed us
here
on our
journey...

Oh River Lethe,
sing me to sleep!
Impart a sweet song
that is peaceful and deep...