Walking Along the River

Speak in rushing soliloquies,

oh song from the North.

Rush through my veins,

light a candle at my feet,

well wishes.

For the silences between us,

and around us.

Birds speak lines,

a foreign tongue.

lines of love, lines of warning.

Men in motion,

listening to the beat of drums.

A war cry in a box,

round,

with extensions towards your subconscious spirit.

Silent to all, except those who hold the connection.

A bloom, a star shaped wonder,

suspended in mid air,

gossamer threads.

Trying to please you,

I might as well sail on the sea of disappointment.