River Blindness
So sick till you are blind
Not to the river, but to the land
Clad in fair silk
Her face fair upon the moonshine
She advances to the river
With shining eyes
Eyes that have seen so much, so far
That she wishes to shut herself to all
As she says her last prayer
Her pink, chapped lips are suddenly moist
For the outburst of emotion has taken over
Into the river she places her soul
Amongst the bubbles and water ripples
She sees the images of those who love her
Past loved, present loved
And those who has yet to come, yet to give her their love
The kin she yearned so long to see
Now appear before her, forlorn in a lingering melody
Will she wake up from such a cruel unconsciousness? Perhaps not, because the world and mankind has passed their judgment; a judgment not meant to be, but one that slaughters without a blink of the eye.