Past : A poem

I see by the river, a tree
Many great branches hanging free
Right by the riverbank, I see
A waning moon and then me

It is by this river, I loved to sit
At a past so old, a true gift
It is by this river, I had filled
My mind with wishes, which is now still

Life’s rhythm had gone uphill
When melodies broke and joy filled
A thread so old and sacred, shed
I drowned myself, as sadness fled

Leaving everything I now run
Walking away from the hand with the sun
Past shattered and then it sank
To memories went the riverbank

– Jan @jahnavigouri