He sits silently

Crouched upon the banks

Of the river.

His chin rests on his knees,

Arms wrapped tightly around his legs,

As if they might escape.

He stares at the river below,

Sunlight glinting

In flecks of blue and gold.

Lazy trout

Make occasional energetic dashes

Between the sunken reeds.

A flash of electric blue

Catches his peripheral vision

As a Kingfisher

Flashes by

On its predatory mission.

He feels that he has lost her,

The distance so great

That he has lost his way.

His dreams

Battered by reality,

Steal his resolve

And leave him

Bathed in ennui.

He knows from her words

That she has lost faith.

The silence in her eyes

Speaks volumes.

As the river runs to the sea

To become part of the ebb and flow

Of life.

He hopes, as his life flows away,

That they will join one day,

Within those depths.

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Owain Glyn