What the River Left

The river was here before the names. The river will be here after. A thousand years beneath the ice. The mountain never asked the price. It keeps the summers it has seen. And every place we've never been. Falling. Falling. Let the water take the stone. Let the darkness find its own. Nothing lost and nothing kept. Only what the river left. Only what the river left. The stars are older than the sea. They do not wait for you or me. A slow hand turning in the deep. Counting all the years we sleep. Turning. Turning. Let the water take the stone. Let the darkness find its own. Nothing lost and nothing kept. Only what the river left. Only what the river left. No one carved these valleys deep. No one wakes the ones who sleep. Let the water take the stone. Let the darkness find its own. Nothing lost and nothing kept. Only what the river left. Before the names. After the names.