Twilight of the Rivers

In these waters light is ended
 Into rainbows never mended
 As these ghosts have whispered songs
 When the birds would practice wrongs
 All these sinews of the rain
 In the morning light's refrain
 Race to mock the setting sun
 Clothed in frail white dress as one 
 Who can never leave the earth
 Twilight leads to no rebirth
 Beyond the image of that space
 That drove them to the hurtful place
 There is no cost to where we like
 Until the twilight rivers dry.