I haven't read it again, so i'll probably edit it again in the future. But i want to put it up now. Inspiration? i had an abundance of it.
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River Song
Dewy blade of grass, evening wind whistling
Water kissing sun baked rock, splashing
There is a warmth, not fiery but lovely
An unassuming beauty, free and trickling.
Wisps escape your lips unbidden
Caressing thristy ears, giving, never hidden
Your voice is the warmth that drives
A sudden birdsong, a whistling forbidden.
I ask the wind , the name of the song
It answers lately, I wait for long
‘Emerald Meadow Dream, asks not your name.
Ask yourself, what is wrong?’
For melody milkywhite and pure
But sad, hurt and suddenly unsure.
I ache to touch it, touch and touch
To drink its melancholy away in cure.
I burn, insignificant. Nascent mote
Brother Swarms, thousands, float
Billowing in your primordial breeze
Slave to your currents, like a boat.
Music twirls faster, dancing
I watch and listen, heart beating
Winds blast dew from glade to glade
Sound pulses from you, addicting
And I find you, flowing river
Trickling stream, water- giver
Flowing from elsewhere to elsewhere
I drink from you, and shiver.
And I see you, green rock wonder
Sun-Embers scattered on you, asunder
My heart is beatless, my breath is lungless
Your beauty is hidden thunder.
Thirst overpowering, hunger crazy
I must consume till decrepit, lazy
Fertile River, forgive us sinners
We are driven to you , eyes hazy
Dewy blade of grass, evening wind whistling
Water kissing sun baked rock, splashing
There is a warmth, not fiery but lovely
Profound Beauty, through reeds, kissing.
