On the bank of the river that flows;

Through the trees, sits our house,

And there we perch ourselves.

My sister and I,

On that one familiar porch,

We sit, and hear the birds chatter and sing

To the wake of the rise.

We view the afterglow of the night

Diminish in the glorious shine of the rising sun.

The last of the cool night’s breeze

Gently touches my face,

She leaves with it.

The sky is now blue,

Cloudless and beautiful.

I can enjoy it.

She cannot feel.

For a dark split second

I blink away from my awe, and

Know that I’m alone.