Thursday, September 03, 2009


Where is that river
that flew swift, unfettered
in a stream of crystal eternally
towards the ocean's infinity?

Where is that song
that rang clear, unabashed
clad in naked innocence
setting flight to notes of truth?

Where have I come
in my own countless journeys
that my bare feet
are stranger to their beloved land?

1 comment:

JAB said...

They built a dam over the river, to keep her in bounds..
The song was made fit for a crowd and lost itself in endless repetition;

And the feet..being weary of the endless journeys, cannot recognise their land...