Image by Tumisu from PixabayThe river flows in electric ripples,
stippled loamy sighing refrains.
Echoing gentle whispers in my dreams,
of how solidly you remain.Death parts the seas,
a chasm between yester year,
while time plays on endlessly
in the mellow melt of piano keys.
Filigrees of water shine like silken hair,
muffling layers of joy
with grief and despair.
Flayed experience,
like wool floss twitching
on barbed wire, lost potential,
an illusion of life in the wind’s cry.
