The River Sings

Tears run down my cheeks
when I take my first steps in Lisbon
The city is a museum of memories
that don’t take me in
but let me stand on the threshold
and I can only watch
how Portuguese melancholy
comes over me like a big wave
and makes me miss you so much

And I walk straight to the river
I almost run
while the last sunlight shines upon me
I hear the whisper of the river Tagus
that strokes like a warm evening breeze
gently over my cheeks
to bring me a kiss from my beloved,
a message from overseas

And the Tagus sings:
‘Oh dear, don’t step back into memories
but step forward into visions
Dream and write your beloved
here with you
Pull his ship across the ocean
By the force of the love in your heart
He is closer than he’s ever been

©RoseGirl2019