Not He.

On the bridge, I stand inspecting the panorama before me.
Its moonlit sky so velvety blue..
The stars like little diamonds scintillating sparkling against the darkness high above ..
As a shooting star dying skims across the vision of my eyes..
I make a wish..
I wished for that someone would come,
Leaving me not with this imbalance this uncertainty..
For I know no one would come..
Not He..
Standing by the riverside murmuring whispering to me..
As if my love was calling to me..
Standing there in darkness listening, listening carefully..
But all I heard was the river mocking me..
The fallen leaves such a sight to see..
Yet the river whispering murmuring what do you hear what don you see..
I listen keenly and what did I hear what did I see,
I saw the mist of spring, time floating by, eerily
The music sounding so close like a lightness in the air ambiguously..
But I recognised its sound of a lone flute animatedly..
Uncertainly I've been here many, many times before
So familiar the bridge the river flowing contentedly, not angry like before..
But I know not this river irrevocably..
This wind freshly attacking me,
This midnight hour bracing myself hiding my face protecting me..
Its bitterness attack against me!
Not giving in I stand firmly within, me
Crossing the bridge yet again, standing there in my ambiguity..
The lantern lit house I stand and see he
He's sitting there comfortably chatting animatedly..
Whilst am waiting cold miserably..
I walked to the door staring at he moodily..
He looked up not recognising me,
I was wrapped up to an inch of me, numbed with cold ..
He smiled as if he was scenting the river in me..