how wide the river that flows before us
it insinuates words we struggle to read
we shoulder the ache and hope for release
shoulder the hope and ache to belong
attempting to stand still centre stream
how sweetly naive to want to hold hands
swept off our feet we all but drowned
mesmerised by the refraction of love
our father
our father
who art thou
life lying deep someplace within
the undeniable ecstasy of breath
we haul ourselves back to respective sides
all the stronger and none the wiser
our father
our father
our father
who art thou
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