A wish's widow weeps silently by the water's edge,
And her companion needs no words to speak in order to wallow and dredge.
A thousand whispers in the darkest of nights.
Each bring a brighter hope ready to take flight.
A thousand wishes by the riverbed,
And a couple hundred more hoping that they could sleep dead.
Brass branches dance free with the softening breeze.
Let her prayers save all of their silent pleas.
A thousand loves by the river bed,
And a couple hundred stars left glistening above their head.
The water's soft, and the water's cold.
It's weary, dreary, and she remembers times of old.
Sparkling and staring into the window's flickering light
Oh, how glorious she is,
What a sight, what a sight
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
