Emily, Your Voice

We came to the edge of the river -
Something we never thought.
I came, it still was hidden,
There by the failed bramble -
Something I never heard.
Too much the forgotten sun
Inspiring hallucinations,
Chartreuse and weakened.

With something lost in my turn,
As if you’d lost your way,
Before I told my tale -
We take what we can get
Before the current passes us,
Open to what will come
And give up to what is -
That shadow I emulate!

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 01/22/2010 12:55AM by petersz.