One counts the good nights
\nlike one counts the good stones
\nin the river.
\nLustrous in the shadows
\namong the mossy rocks
\nthat make you slip and dance
\nin the current.
\nI am turning into sentences,
\nwhile my fingers swim in the water.
\nLet go, they say,
\nwhile I let the coolness dampen my fever.
\nMy lovesick loneliness for life.<\/p>\n
It is said the last drop of rain
\nwill fall in heaven,
\nwhere it can never evaporate,
\nbut will stay in its own perpetual shower,
\nbecause angels need tears to fall,
\nand have none being children of eternal happiness.
\nSo I play in the river
\nand chase moons on its bottom,
\nand in my heart
\npreserve the last word
\nof the last sentence I\u2019ll ever say,
\nI love you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
One counts the good nights like one counts the good stones in the river. Lustrous in the shadows among the mossy rocks that make you…<\/p>\n