I will never tire
of sunrise glancing off the river’s ripples
Or how you are still with me when I wake
I will never tire of your breakfast fire
Hot coals for my hunger
And fish that leapt into your hands when you walked by
This remembrance more real than all my chronos moments
Your breath still quickening my lungs
As you sing matins over me
Strum your peace into my river
~LG
S.D.G.
