there once was a Saint
the wildest in her kind
spoke languages of rivers
dialects of trees
she reigned a forgotten horizon
as bravely as she could
in prayer , dance and laughter
and divine servitude.

But one day, her Master
came by and saw her tired
tired of the depths and lows loves s shadows hide
he understood at once, she needed to go...
but where...and other answers
he laid upon her shoulders
and soon he heard her whisper
in the center of his heart...
she said..: I want to become a river,
made of tears
I want to heal all mud that darkens my clear
I want to be a river ..for all that leave from this world...to the next
© alysriver