8 Oct 2009

By the Brook

Posted by Oblivion in Poetry | 6:07pm


There's a brook that I sit by
Its waters flow in glee
They greet in rush and run past
And before I wish back, flee

They smile, they tease, they beckon
To the blue expanse of the ocean
They say they will take me
Where they can play for good

I sit, I stare, I watch
In silence, somber and unamused
At an hour beyond cheer and gloom
I only see them come and go

All is quiet in the eastern sky
The western is all but quiet
Unquiet are the birds and the woods
And quite unquiet is my heart

And at the stroke of dusk
We drift - the waters and I
The waters that never become still
And the heart that cannot be stilled

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