By the Riverside

by Steven Craig

By the Riverside

A flame, she shines by the riverside,
Burning brightly all through the frosty night.
Colder than the winter, lonely as the winters wind.

A candle, she burnt by the riverside,
A love now over, but one what would not die.
Always searching, always crying though the winter night.

A flame grows cold by the riverside,
Ashes blowing away in the bitter night.
She is still holding, she is still craving through the winter night.

A friend, she cry’s there by the riverside,
Weeping softly as yet another love dies.
Forever lonely, forever lonely all through each winter night.

The sun, he shines no more by the riverside
The snow, it drifts over the river ice.
Covering candles, snuffing candles in the winter night.

The years, they pass her by at the riverside,
Washing memories away with the tide.
Relentless forever, severing forever the heart in the winter night.

And now, she stands there at the riverside.,
Ten thousand years older, and about to die.
Someone should have told her, love makes you older ...
There by the Riverside.


Posted on 06/24/2006
Copyright © 2020 Steven Craig

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