A pale moon on my river day, dream I felt a ripple stray, a wave I ride upon a tide, to share the tears held deep inside.
Our hearts, may they rain, upon our land of pain, where we pray, on the edge wing of the day.
A whirlpool turns I’m all but drowned, lost within the vacant crowd, how can love be so lost un-found, abused and hailed un-sound.
Our hearts, can’t they play, amidst our world insane, where we pray, on the edge wing of the day.
If I could lay just hand in hand, upon a beach of time cast sand, where rivers reach the ancient rhyme, to claim me yours and you as mine.
Our hearts, may they reign, above our world in flames, where we pray, on the edge wing of our day.
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slpmartin said,
July 28, 2010 at 6:15 pm
Quite interesting metaphors in this poem…thanks for shairng your poem.