Dreams Of Rivulets

Where oh where is Alice?

Take of me the pain that instills
the vigor that once walked upon

their own trails from dusk to
the bleeding dawn, and softly
and gently as ever whisper
through the lores of green
 
Eternity is none but a blur
illusions that impishly attire
the strands of my dreams,
sleep ever sujourns from
a far and distant land over
bring me rivulets and there
 
may they softly and gently
trickle through my billowy soft,
amd take the tears of my dreams
for they stream with the rivers
of midnight, where the stars are
to call my own, rivers will be again,
to forever flow into the nights of astere

Reviews

[Michael X]

a river of lore, the beauty is the flow, you have a knack for imparting a
raft that flows down a soft sun, this is remarkable work. loved it!