where the river runs
is a ghost
blue as the sky
i want the beauty
of my mind
to run through
my pen
i want the sky
to cast its shadows
of the shadowy clouds
to where
darkness flows
and the moon,
the arching moon,
grows cold,
love could not be
more beautiful
when i am,
flower of the wind
sea of dark sky
ghost of a river
that runs.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
where the river runs
is a ghost
blue as the sky
i want the beauty
of my mind
to run through
my pen
i want the sky
to cast its shadows
of the shadowy clouds
to where
darkness flows
and the moon,
the arching moon,
grows cold,
love could not be
more beautiful
when i am,
flower of the wind
sea of dark sky
ghost of a river
that runs.
