River (Revised)

sometimes she’s Persephone

or just another Ophelia floating in the river

and everything given is a prayer left unanswered

the only words left are empty metaphors

sounds of a ragged heartbeat

and a song that will lose its meaning

every morning the Promethean heart regenerates

poised on its sleeve for the daily breaking

down by the river’s edge she waits for a reason

and flirts with inevitable endings

sometimes you have to die a time or two

to remember what it hurts like to live

heart stopped on a doorstop

by half moon light and fire on the mountain

burn the ghost into a memory

follow it down to the river’s edge…