The river waters have stolen you from me. Heart, so happily you travel on the open sea - you've already left me. This emptiness I'm feeling, watching you disappear into dusk, I still hear your music drifting in the wind. The colors settle to the ground behind you, along with the memories of holding your hand. And the waters love you so much, Riverheart, that I'm jealous. Waves play with you like a child. My heart, you've already left me, But I'm still here at the riverbank. You, still sailing in the wind. by Joseph Immel