I sat on a stone
and sang my song to the river
haunting and full of longing
crooning a spell-song
that binds me to her,
her to me
I hypnotise the river
and she slows down to listen
becomes dark and completely transparent
I can look deep down
and see all her treasures
exactly where they lie,
though I will never disturb them
But I like to know, to know everything
I fall silent and then
the river begins to sing her song
back to me
if mine is full of longing,
hers is full of hope
a clear, trilling melody
chorus of a million voices
it’s deceptively light
music such as faeries weave
to lift your heart and draw you on
on and on towards the sea
she lights me up with her
thousand shining eyes
part of me follows her
down to the ocean
part of me is now
tied to this spot
part of her now
lives within me
part of this place
is now mine