by Jeremy Wayne Couch
(Acheron is the "river of woe" which descends into Hades)
I followed you into the trees
scattering bread crumbs in our path
so we could find our way back
but they were eaten by the birds
I tried to catch my breath
but the wind took it
and wouldn't give it back
The heavy silence swallowed my words
I stuck out my tongue
and caught a snowflake
They say everyone is different
but they all taste the same to me
There's nothing in the shadows
to be afraid of
but nothing is what I fear
Sometimes nothing is all I feel
We went to the river
to drink our sorrow down
Sometimes I'm afraid we'll drown
The river is full and won't go dry
as long as we keep filling it
with our tears
We listen to the singing of the bees
They should know this song by heart
They've been singing it for years