The Motherlode (The Staves)

Counting the winters Numb to the cold Searching the valley For secrets untold The mountains are children To someone so old A king without kingdom or throne Digging the mud and the stone All men have left here, But you have remained At the banks of the river Forever the same Though no water flows here The memory stays As long as it stays you are here Heartbroken year after year People running away Running like strangers Day after day Leave him alone Golden river running from her home The sun was an altar Before which he knelt And raised up the dagger That hung from his belt He cursed his delusion And the sadness he felt Weeping at what he’d become Just a fool in the gold of the sun People running away Running like strangers Day after day Leave him alone Golden river running from her home Golden river running from her home Golden river running from her home Golden river running from her home