sitting beside the dark river
watching the inky water flow
though balmy, i feel a shiver
abyss, but for a moon lit glow
in the rippling liquid metal
aside blinding light from the moon
i see loping letters settle
in lyrics of an unsung tune
i don't fear the talking waters
nor the dirge they write for me
for in life we're all but squatters
i dread the river's gift lost to a cold sea
