River Of Tears

An Irish-Cherokee lass finds herself on the river
gazing into tranquility in the depths
of the waters sinking her cries deep into the sand
watching the waves dreaming of going down
flooded with her tears turned murky and black

On the bank she sees herons eating the blue fish
easing her back to the touch she once felt
that will come nevermore
gently he came in the night
under the moon

Now his face fades in the waves
of the storm on Irish-Cherokee shores
her life is touched by the rising waters
spouting into the air
for this great river is deep and it is wide

No jig to be danced
no fair to find a laugh
no drums of beating hearts
no paint of her heart's design on skin

Red hair blowing in the mist
dark skin making void of a man's heart
as he thinks of diving deep
into her soul

Yet she makes no smile lost is the blue
down on the river boat
taking her anywhere
and the reeds whistle a gentle song

In her ear from the banks of her river of tears
his whisper in her ear is all she hears
of a time long gone drown in the storm
when the waves were so treacherous

He offered her no arms to aid her from dieing
and as the boat makes it's way up the river
the snakes on logs hiss with forked tongues
mocking her passion for life and love

She is unique, oddly made
for surely the people all yelled this
and she knows her spirit is in the rivers
of Irish-Cherokee ancestors of old
and of her one lost love
forever the memories float