I Close My Eyes

I dream along the riverside, 
where the water's deep and wide, 
and wonder that my eyes can hold
the tears from what I'm told.

My weary gaze, my lonely sigh, 
my mind a haze—alone I die. 

My final breath, spent in a jest, 
for here's my death, my eyes I rest.

I close my eyes to hear the stream
and wonder what it all can mean. 
Some say that "life is but a dream,"
yet rivers roll even unseen.