Running Water

I lay beside the tiny shady stream
Where I write your name
And in vain, I try to tell in words my thoughts of you,
It's insane.
The running water rushes by your name
With every drip it draws a bow around your face
In every gleam, I see the way you walked away
Like a deer getting away from earnest flame,
In a deep dark forest with a careless fire...
Leaping in every direction, hurrying to retire,
With soft eyes and irises sweet with never remembered rain.
With strength, I beckon on you to return
And grace the day once more like a dame.
But all that's gone now as I realise,
I'm sane, I wake, to see the waves are come again
And like my tears, the running water's washed away your name.