How can it be so significant,
Utterly defining,
The Moldau,
Lifts,
Falls,
Crashes,
But goes on,
Letters, words and pages could be written,
Ultimately of no use,
Constrained,
Contort,
Confused,
Limited by the capability of
Imagination’s conception,
As I leave you,
For the first time,
No words will come,
Wet lips,
No use,
Lies follow,
One last caressing
Aversion of the eyes,
I like, the Moldau am with you,
Crashing,
Falling,
Lifting,
Through the centuries,
Through lifetimes,
Through War,
Death,
Destruction,
Disaster,
Disease,
Through words, languages
Through the implied meanings
And the value placed upon them,
Through every journey around the sun,
I’m with you
My love, I’m right here with you.
