***This poem is from the perspective of Haku.
The spirit of the river
Let the clouds that are my sanity go
Far away over the hills of ambition,
Of detriment, and remission.
I am the trees that lie on the borders of sea glassed hope
The waves are the simple jewels of my heart full of love for her.
I can't ignore the soaring heights of freedom but
I also and the spirit of hurt.
I am hurt and forever will be hurt
I am sad like a dried up river
But how can I be a spirit
If I am a river with no water?
What do I do?
Who am I?
A dead ocean full of burnt leaves
And drowned river lilies,
I plead to the darkness to
Bring me the ancient light of the person I love.
She held her breath and ran with me
Over the benevolent bridge, through the forbidden forest,
And into dark lust.
I am not used to this feeling
I am a spirit I can disappear
And I am only an ear.
But I hear the rippling waves
Smile of grief.
I am the flow of the world
Needing to help her and me succeed
And the only way I can do that
Is leave like rain
Because I am in natural pain.