The Rock

O my river! My sweet river! The earth of this age could not bear our limpid love! our bouquets of violet and white flowers! our meadow! You had to carry ship upon ship of cargo on your crystal shoulders! I stayed: here still in the place where they parted me from your kiss. The heavens hear: you hear: this is my voice. I sing with all my heart your shining song in the silence of sunset in the wasteland of drought: I am still waiting...