Hello my dear, The River of Thus
I found you damned by my father for your passage and crush Thus, he did ask me to blame him for my childish crutch He thought, as he did, of his binding to beds without rush Thus, he did ask me to blame fathers for their fatherly touch
You looked oh so shallow, as I gained my necklace banded Thus, I did damn you, as he damned my own mother He would always ask “Why?”; to him the river demanded Thus, he did damn you, as I damned his own father
At times I would wonder, what made you so turnt from crashing to caring, all so absurd I wander the creek, alone for my quiet Mint, stone, soil, and silence
A dam I would spy, choked full of desire Californian oak, both poisoned and spired The seasons would change, my thoughts did as well Thus the dam rotted and poisoned the well For damning did nothing, but catch what it damned Thus breaking and flooding all of the land
Not content in the stagnant waters he’d wield Thus, he tore at his hair, giving his father his yield “The River of Thus has poisoned you too” “Blame me, blame him, blame the river’s taboo”
In tumults I thought of the mint and the sky Of the life the creek only now let through In turn I dismantled this damning of you Rotted oak now mulch as we grew
Dear River of Thus, thank you now in turn I loved all our journeys, even ones that still hurt I hope you will find our river continues Feeding mint, blackberries, and oaks high above.
Forever yours, The Child of Us