old songs, a river flowing to the sea,
i'm taken where you were, no longer are,
so far away from here they carry me,
into the sparkling waves of memory,
we meet across the ocean wide and far,
old songs, a river flowing to the sea,
as always we repeat the scenes I see,
yet when i dare to reach you, I am barred,
so far away from here they carry me,
in rich and vibrant tones you speak to me,
with warm and fleshy arms we joust and spar,
old songs, a river flowing to the sea,
your smile, as always, warms the heart in me,
your look, I hold preserved as in a jar,
so far away from here they carry me,
I lose myself inside the word of "we",
then find myself an "I" of broken shard,
old songs, a river flowing to the sea,
so far away from here they carry me
(C)2009, Christos Rigakos
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