Across The River: A Sonnet

How could you need me in the morning light When you could have dews sitting on flowers? The breeze and those singing birds on the trees Were enough for you to forget the night. And when the night fell upon misty lake, You would not need me -when you were lying In your bed- with a lullaby to sing, While you had all nocturnal birds awake. I was not the one who should take the fall. And I'm not the one who always stands tall, Be careless and runs through the barring wall. I shall never cross over the river Because the land where I should be is here. Over there, tales I never seek to hear.

Foto: Dok. Pribadi