Along the Banks of the Passion River

It is mid-day
But all is silent
One tree rustles above me
The lofty palm
Forgotten in the breeze

Unsuspecting, the sweetness of his words
Rushes on my mind

Scenes of men and gods
Sounds of flutes and beating drums
Cymbals clash

Devine King of the Rainforest
With furs and feathers
You rest alone
In a timeless sweet land
Only to sleep
Only to dream
You are a sacred bird
Against the mountainside

It was on this day
That the sun’s rays
Cleared his eyes

And my thoughts are only of him

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