River


I’m a phantom,

so dark I cold.

I bend touch it

though I so old.

Fountain youth

is what it flows

as my timid idea

of you I’ll hold.

For the dark it

time moves fast.

But it pauses it

with you lasts.

The shade gray

implies I color

the things loved

as once a lover.

So I bend taste

the cool brook

though hurt I

time it me took.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Lucy says:

    Beautifully written!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Lucy. 😊

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Alexis Watts says:

    Amazing! ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you Alexis. 😊

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Alexis Watts says:

        You’re welcome! 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

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