Travel-worn, weathered and weary
From my long journeys...

River, River, reflecting light,
Show me your metaphors of bookish might...

Torn, folded, faded.
Austere dress, unsmiling face...

Sip, then swill, now guzzle-
Water, I plead, and I puzzle...

I run, pressing on, racing and pacing-
Stumbling, leaden-legged and breathless...

Talked with you today,
Just chatting on awhile...

I know you do not understand.
I realize you are afraid...

Blazing scarlet-
Precious gems by the scores...

I put pen to paper,
But realize my hand...

I'm writing you a letter now,
A testament, a confession note...

Lying down atop downy fluff
Put there for my peace...

I never did meet you,
But pain is a common friend...