Where did the river go Beneath where the fog drifts? I find myself hiding in the light For you to find Something different than what was left behind. Travel to me From your tears, to me. Fall upon me When you reach me. There was something revealed In your bleeding arms, Was it ever my love, Or was it the blood That you felt, roaring down? Let us leave For deeper tomorrows, Not for the gradual pain That invents the past By throwing it forward.