Deep within my heart, a river flows within.
A constant stream of images shimmers in the
sunlight. From the past, voices echo in the air,
in a place called nowhere. In this timeless passage
I see faces of people from the past, a vision of
perfect serenity frozen in liquid glass; moments
of silence hang in the air around me which never
seam to last.
Pebbles glisten, at the bottom of the shallow streams
as the insects flourish in the a lucid dreams. The vibration
of wings fluttering spreads ripples across the water, disturbing the
images of long lost families and their brothers, sons
and daughters.
In the ghost waters of my broken dreams,I find a place
of my own, far from the reality of my thoughts I try
to spend time on my own.They see me through the liquid mass
as I lay upon the fresh green grass.
Deep within my heart, a river flows within.
A constant stream of images shimmers in the sunlight, as the leaves
drift out of sight.
