Saturday, April 06, 2013

River Dream

River dream with red night sky
Which drowns a hundred moons and the simple sun
River dream that throbs with liquid heart
With stars chipped like ice from a block of one
River dream where pebbles rest
Hurled to their end, as pebbles must
River dream that flows on over
Sinking hope and sunken trust.


 

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