River

The evening has come
And where are you to be found?
In an island of trees
Set black against blue plains
Through branches and back through leaves
Into earth and under stone
Through every creeping crack
Under your door and into your home

There is a river here

Dawn drapes pale curtains
Rolled across opening lands
Oh god, what have I have done
I did it through your hands
Through mists and back through bracken
Under piles of leaves and stones
Through the shallow into still waters
Your body lies alone

As if you were never here
There is a river here.