Sweet whispers of sorrow

As we convoke
along river banks
the water runs anti-clockwise
and the birds wail out
sweet whispers of sorrow
that you are my beloved
and I, a saint
in worship
of you
in search of heaven and hell
in need of all eternity
where the old sounds of siren
echo and die
and I begin my journey
unto you
in
sweet whispers of sorrow
I search for you
knowing you are
where my heart is...
22.10.05