Riversong by Sher Ting

on the river we rowed under birches that touched the sky

and sparrows chasing the first rays of autumn

where filtered sun spilled ichor on your cheeks and our songs

rose with the maple in the wind

we learnt that warmth comes in many forms – the powdered gold that

caresses your face, the grass that embraces the heft of your body, the

Lover that composes lapis lazuli sky – and

it is the moment that lasts forever, the now and the later;

it is the boat that floats on water, not knowing where it wanders, where I drift

in slumbers and meanders, in wind and gaiety, and I arrive

with all that is meant to be, no less no lighter.

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Sher Ting has lived in a land of eternal summer, otherwise known as Singapore, for 19 years before spending the next 4 years in Australia. Currently, she is in her 4th year of medical school in Australia. She can be described in a series of twos – two main languages (English and Chinese), two hamsters and two left feet. The link to her writing blog is downintheholocene.wordpress.com