Death of a Fisherman

Are you looking for me with those dark eyes?

Can you not see me?

I am here, down in the river, flowing around the fish that swim.

Here in the water.

In the river that took me.

Why does your heart yearn for a sign from me?

I have given you many,

I am the kite that glides across the sky of the hill.

I whisper through the breeze

That swirls through the trees.

Can you not hear me?

Why are you wanting my arms to hold you again?

Can you not still feel me?

As I embrace you here while you sit and watch me flow by

Around in the pools and the swims.

Open your arms to me.

Do not cry, do not grieve, I am here where I wanted to be,

Down in the river, and so very happy.

I am dappled in sunlight, dancing through the leaves of all the trees.

Come and sit with me.

When ever you feel sad and yearn for me.

See me, hear me, feel me, love me.

Come down by the river where I will now always be.

Like the carp in the river weed,

I will never be caught.

I will forever be the one that got away.

I am the silver droplets on the kingfisher’s deep turquoise.

I am the king of fishermen now, I am who I always wanted to be.

Do not grieve, you can still love me.

But I am free, I am now forever free.

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