El Rio De Luz, Frederic Edwin Church (1887)
River of Light, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Sun as broken through early morning mist.
Alone I sit at the river of light,
With an aching heart of how thou are missed.
Tears now flow freely for thou aren’t in sight.
Once again to be with thee if I might.
Feverish for thoughts of thy great beauty.
Emptiness of heart is a horrid plight.
Death be easy over mind so cloudy.
Into the dark river’s depth I will plunge.
Soon ripples will quietly disappear.
Memories that remain I will expunge,
Thus eliminating life’s biggest fear.
Without love, life provides no true essence.
Love provides the heart its luminescence.