Golden Rivers

Golden rivers
inviting rivers
their hidden glow
fills the greyest of days

I answer the call of the whispering rivers,
singing the night with the boulevard trees
as they reach out their silver-touched rattling branches,
shaking their gold-tinted jingling leaves.
I fall in love with the autumn once more,
the longing for rest, the yearning for peace,
and silently take to a secret road.

Golden rivers
sheltering rivers
their softest glow
fills the darkest of nights

When Revnash drowns in rivers of silver,
when nothing gives shelter from merciless winds,
I leave all my sorrow, reject all the pain
that I treasured within me for years and for years.
I unfurl my heart
for the strong winds to take me
and carry me over to my rivers of gold.

Golden rivers
clearest of rivers
their warmest glow
fills my longing heart

So quietly passes the silvery autumn,
the winter, its cold arms of ice, breath of snow,
will touch me no more, will threaten no more,
my heart will not freeze in its bitter long kiss.
I follow the golden rivers of sunshine,
my streams filled with dreams, steeped in smiles, full of love,
into a promise of hope, a new morning,
into the arms of a brightest new spring.

Golden rivers
dearest of rivers
their sweetest glow
fills my opening arms