The river swirls, and sleepless birds insist
on raising carols to the early sky.
Your chairs, unoccupied and wrapped in mist,
are lonely now. Dawn comes, but only I
am here to welcome it. Can love endure
beyond this water-scarf that blows and drifts?
And do you see me waiting on this shore?
I sadly shake my head. Then, the fog lifts.