there is a river
made of no streams
it holds no water
no blinding gleam
within me its dancing
as I feel it too
washing and singing
I’m through I’m through I’m through
river of loves blood
it holds me tight
you keep it from flood
unphased by right
again it is singing
Be through Be through Be through
and within me the understanding
it’s the last time I’ll ever love you
but the river keeps flowing
roaring and raging
and so I realize
I’ll never be through with loving you
for it is only for that
that the river flows through
-Tess Barbey
The Update 