oh untamed river
carry my unwritten letter
to the soft depth of sea
that i've plucked a cloud
this glorious evening
out of the hazy horizon
as the sun dipped itself
in the cup of ocean
like an over baked biscuit
that crumbles into tea
with a plop inaudibleoh untamed river
inform the silence of marine
that i craddle this cotton
laced with a silver lining
in the circle of my arms
as the breeze gets lost
in the flower-like curls
gracing my golden head
forever occupied with words
unsaid but never forgottenoh untamed river
take my call to the ocean
that i'm picking stars
embedded in this cloud
one by one tonight
as they clatter on the floor
like pearls falling out
of a worn out rosaryoh untamed river
rush to the depths of sea
and let him know now
that this soft destruction
of scattering these stars
in the mud of the riverbed
is snatching my dreams
from my illusioned eyes
so no need to be worried
'bout why sky's been cryin'
for so very long nowoh untamed river
whisper to undulant waves
this rain is sorrow of sky
over the loss of a cloud
so very dear to my heart
for it had all my dreams
wrapped up in its softness
and now when i pluck 'em
to scatter 'em all about me
to let them kiss reality,
they die in the sea's depth
like oil pastels mix in water
to leave it changed forever
so it can never be itself againoh untamed river
apprise the noisy seashore
my soul remains quiet today
even though water flows
for it has started residing
in a world owned by no one
so kiss my most beloved sea
and tell him, tell my lover,
not to be afraid that it rains
or that the sky keeps crying
as this uproar is an elegy
for the loss of a cloud
so very dear to my heart
that once held all my dreams
now lost forever to the depths
of my lover, my darling,
my most beloved seaAuthor's Note
There are so many interpretations for this poem and I'd love to know yours. Here's mine though.
Sea = my unresponsive beloved
Cloud = a house for my dreams
Stars = my dreams
River = an angry friend going to meet my lover
Sky = UniverseThis poem is about the death of dreams associated with a beloved long gone..
and never to come back.Did you like it? =)
Much love,
Hazel ❤
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