The River Kei

ALONG the silent River Kei
The tall thin reeds are listening to the shadows
That creep into their midst behind the sun.
How desolate is my heart.
Across the fields and down the River Kei
The day goes in her yellow robe.
But night comes after, dark and cold.
How desolate is my heart.
And you, my dream, are gone across the fields,
Across the fields and down the River Kei.
Among the shadows you are lost.
How desolate is my heart.
GERALD CHAN SIEG