Swam across a river, in my dream, at noon.

Savored a sliver, of the River of Tears, mosaic afternoon.

The Sun almost sets there, a lone swimmer.

The water slightly sticks.

The River of Tears, only for one, still, only one at a time truly cries.

I had a guitar, under the thatched roof,

Waiting for a tune to slither out of slumber,

But poetry is what I want least,

Not a song on mind, empty is my feast is.

Had been a long time,

This time, the Nubile Godess,

Fooled me like countless others,

Is how I again tasted the river.

….Nothing to fight. Nowhere was there a sight.

My princess, here, wait a sec, let the smoke dissipate.

The River of Tears, doesn’t cause you Fear.

Live on with happiness, let us not search for a mind….