rusalka

[ellyssian]

rusalka
by Everett A Warren

August 24, 2000

walk with the river
along the shore
safe and dry
while she tumbles by

roots of old willow
twisted down the banks
drinking deep of darkness and the flood
decay for a soul and wisdom for blood

warnings he speaks
in the shakings of his leaves
if it’s hope she whispers, be wary of that lie
false words she speaks while she tumbles by

long strands of hair
tangled amidst the roots of old willow
her laughter like a rainbow, moist and full of light
rather be wary, says she, of a rotten willow’s soul dark as night

sing with the running water
hopes and worries wash over branch and stone
lost with all the tears you cry
while she tumbles by

the face beneath the flow
promising eternity
grasping cold, wet, and alone
to chill the heart that dreams of home

dance with the river
caught in her torrents and carried to the sea
past outstretched hands and many a tear-filled eye
helpless as you tumble by

Copyright (c) 2000 Everett Ambrose Warren