Monday, July 28, 2008

Sad

The river ebbs and flows
Shining brightly in the riverbead
Never slows, only rushes
Ever faster

The river is wide and deep
Dark and uncertain
An infinite bottom, and
Blind curves, unforseeable
Around every bend

And the penguins fly past
Graceful and free
Confined by the sides
Watch nightmare and beauty flow one and the same,
Meander hopefully on

They wake
They try to grip the sides
To slow the tide
To change the rules
And the river rushes on

The river is fast
The river is uncertain
The river is rough
The river is cruel
The river lives without a mind

The river ebbs and flows,
Shining brightly in the riverbead
Never slows, only rushes
Ever faster

Yet one grabs a hold
Lifts himself up
And sees another
And they are one
And they sink into the perfection

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That poem is beautiful