the night time river
where all our quiet tears flow
where dreams that failed are found
and lonely people go
the night time river
down by a midnight shore
that used to be my hiding place
but I can’t get there anymore
there’s no safety for my broken heart
or our romance come to grief
this pain caused by your absence
can never find relief
the night time river
where my voice is heard by crying
into an empty room
for lovers' with a broken heart
beneath a broken moon.
the night time river
where all our quiet tears flow
where dreams that failed are found
and lonely people go
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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