We whispered sordid secrets on the hill…

a misty mountain, innocent and shy;

a chat, a promise, all the world was still…

vows bathed inside a stream which ran nearby.

It wasn’t long before they learned to swim…

the current called, they left the riverbank;

the easy waters pacified this whim…

concerns and hesitations simply sank.

Then suddenly it all took on new force…

the river ran, our feelings met their foe;

words found themselves upon a reckless course…

we didn’t know just how far they could go.

Once guarded feelings; waterfalls and fears…

vows met their death upon deaf, pebbled ears.