The River Flowed wihout Flaw

• Artist: Brokenback Exodus
• Description: Romantic poetry is always good on a Wednesday, so have some.
• Date: 07/16/2008
• Tags: romantic poetry

The Spring of a cricket;
his fiddle plays throughout my night
while I waste away as a ripple
on wilt-water. As a
half-hearted moon. As

a trickling tear from her bell
that rings silently
as it falls
without
an
end

to end at my feet. She stayed
while mushrooms grew on my
face. While crickets chirped and
grass hopped away. While
the pyres blew smoke.

She was the prettiest lily,
but now she is of the water;
of me. A mountain of ground full of frailty.

Comments

[Tibix]

its a bit confusing when you read it but you did well