|When The River Takes A Tree
© Copyright George Papavgeris, May 2002
When you open your eyes to foreign skies
What is it you hope to see?
The places that you knew so well
Are only a memory.
No matter how many wonders you see,
No matter how much you learn,
You know there's somewhere a cypress tree
You'll never see again.
When you look at people on foreign streets
What is it you hope to find?
The faces that you knew so well
You left them all behind.
No matter how many letters you write
And say that you hold them dear
Yet bitter like cypress fruit will taste
The poison of their tears.
When you smell the breeze of foreign seas
What memories you hope to find?
The smells of home you knew so well
Are scattered in the wind.
No matter how many flowers you try
And perfumes with fancy names
The smell of a cypress in summer haze
No label can proclaim.
When you listen to sounds of foreign lands
What is it you hope to hear?
The lullabies you knew so well
Will never reach your ears.
No matter how many songs you learn
No matter how many refrains
The song of a cypress in autumn wind
No music can contain.
And in the comfort of strangers' arms
What is it you hope to feel?
The love you once had in your hands
You carelessly let it spill.
No matter how many times you pretend
That you don't care at all
The hand you held 'neath the cypress tree
Now other hands will hold.
So when you lie on the deck at night
And try to find your star
Don't be surprised if you don't recognise it
'cause like you, it is too far.
No plough for you, no factory
No sweeping someone's floor;
Just sea and a picture of a cypress tree
Inside your locker door.
But when you turned your back to the shore,
Your whole world in your sack,
You should have known that fateful morn
That you can never go back.
For when you taste the world out there
It's like the forbidden fruit.
And when the river takes a tree,
It has to find new roots.
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