...River of Glass...
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...
