The River

i try to stretch my neck to see where the river ends only to be jolted by a pain that the furthest my eyes could reach is where the sky meets the river. you are taken by the sky, your shadows gone, claimed by its boundlessness. i try to gauge how far my voice could reach only to be overwhelmed by angst, that you are too far away, further than this river could reach, too far to be able to hear my sorrow-ridden voice lost in the gush trailing this river. the river sent you to a neverland, a one way journey that has shuttled my soul between stark reality and self-consoling imaginations. hopefully you would rise like the vapours to the kingdom above and come down to cool this earth so chokeful of unfulfilled missions and dreams and to send that tide to let me feel the joy that you might just be coming back to me.