Loose lines, mudflats
the lonesome sparrow sings.
The walls around Eden
are gaurded by…
half peace melodies
where rivers birth
my saddest songs .
Cinders in the moonlight
romance sizzling in the desert
has moved to the Tundra.
Pulled by the oppressive
dream of heat lightning.
Trying to silence the
Rivers music.
Screaming eagles ate
the Coyotes howl.
Recessed from the icy
pain of spoiled humanity.
Rivers of sorrow.
Rivers of pain .
Waiting in the reeds
to sacrifice my soul.
Yearning to caress
your intelligence.
Lost in your magic
the flower yet
to be named .
Lamenting that I will
never know your mysteries ,
your melodies
nor the essence of your song .
Your gentleness
or how you found
the way you love .
While Its a loss
I can not know
still it haunts
the River of my soul.
The beating cross
the burden I bear .
Singing out my
saddest songs.