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...River of Glass...

Updated on November 5, 2013


The River it flows

just beneath my toes

and slices the pads

of my feet...

its Black velvet tide

ebbs deep inside

glistening

and whispering to me...

it Rises and falls

takes down with it all,

shadows of dusk

and of dawn...

it Allows me to swim

when I'm drowning within

and have forgotten

the words to my song ...

in Sands and in dust

the black turns to rust

and the salt starts

to seep through the page...

the Queen will be called

when I've stuttered

and stalled

all the mis-spent angst and rage...

the Black stars in my eyes

can no longer disguise

the burning red water

where resignation resides...

as Stories unfold

truth may be told

and the bones in the well

have their secrets to tell...

no Longer they sleep

in black water so deep

in the river of glass

where I'm alive, at last...


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    Carole Anzolletti 4 years ago from The Phantom Queen's Labyrinth

    Thanks you :)

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    Madeleine Salin 4 years ago from Finland

    Wonderful poem!