The river flows, steeped in love’s tide,
Its body of water sways in quiet allure.
All through the night, it drifts with the current,
While the moon smiles faintly afar
Silent, serene, cradled in the hush,
Touched by the tender embrace of darkness.

Saffron-stained bodies of a tired night
Pierced gently by the blade of yearning,
Stars hide in their delicate game
Yet, amidst the still shadows,
A soft longing lingers, unbroken.

From the river’s depths, a melody awakens,
In whispers of gentle ripples
Waves tremble in the heart’s quiet core.
Somewhere unseen,
The thirsty branches of a tree
Reach softly for the distant moon.

Life carries the faint aroma
Of ancient sunbeams and warm touch,
Wishing to fade into the edges of time
Flows of lush painting on canvas,
Yet, the stream never halts.
In waters bathed in endless desire,
The tide of love flows gently on.