she drinks the tears of joy

‘tis but the river
that's my lover  
whose incontinence  
conceals the tears i shed  
upon her bed  
  
she reads my diary:  
no inquiry  
cross-examines me  
about the things i write  
deep in the night  
   
all the songs she sings  
give me new wings  
mountain-purchased heights  
deliver me from hell's  
final farewell  
   
when the moon is bright  
she bids the night  
orchestrate for me  
her water music suite  
to make replete  
   
my burial of pain  
i rise again  
phoenix from the ash  
she drinks the tears of joy  
my gladness cries  
   
© Copyright 2019 April 08  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫