Rivers

gerrylegister

In dreams we see the magical flight,

Of crystal waves flying free,

To where the glass of waters meet,

Cruise in a dream upon the sea.

 

Darkness split the billowing floods,

Flung out brooks into mighty rivers,

To wash the steps down the slopes,

Into slippery streams of tributaries.

 

Rivers of water run down our eyes,

And let fountain disperse into tears,

In search we find the painful wishes,

Define the sum of all our fears.  

 

The rush of tears we cannot control,

Memories enter the draining basin,

Sorrows like rivers meanders in our soul,

Feelings poured into floodplain.

 

We heard their voices from the deep,

Soul of our soul where we cannot reach,

The cry which leaves the darken void asleep,

In lonely shadow seen on the beach.

 

Together we stand, amidst the defiant roar,

And souls that lie at ease deep beneath,

Sleep in tragic tombs amidst the surfing water,  

And spirits sail on to the safest harbour.

 

  • Author: Gerry Legister (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2011 17:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: Memories runs deep and silent, sometimes like a river
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 45
  • User favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy.
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Comments2

  • Cheeky Missy

    Very fascinating. I much appreciate your comment lending understanding to it. It's a fascinating perspective on memories. I quite like it.

  • jvl narasimha rao

    It is really a dreamlike beauty.There is grace in your poetic style
    JVL



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