Alchera #33: White Waters

I’d like you to write a poem this month that consists of at least five stanzas. The first line of the first stanza, as well as the first line of the last stanza, should be written using alliteration.

Where we walk, white waters whisper.
Our feet move at unsteady paces
As our breath tries to silence
The obvious words
From the omniscient stream.

Your hand tries to grasp mine—
A living fork delving into rice,
And the air freezes as you scratch
Frantically
To catch my fluttering bird.

And our hearts beat ever so quietly:
They listen to this fate we step on,
To the sound of their own breaking;
They listen to the hollow noise
Of our silent desperation.

Not another gaze into our eyes,
Not another drop into this well
Which slowly overflows
Onto our pale cheeks, sinking
In the abyss of a bitter smile.

Where we walk, white waters whisper
The words we refuse to mumble,
And our hearts are beating quietly
To let us lip-sync to the river:
Goodbye...