When this weariness is broken on the dawn,
I’ll go to the river and cry,
And I won’t speak a word
But my tears will flow down
To join with the waters flowing by.
Tears are whispers to the river.
Whispers the river knows.
Whispers the world shall hear, my love,
Although you wouldn’t think so.
For the river whispers to the ocean,
The ocean whispers to the sky,
The sky whispers to the clouds:
And the clouds whisper to us, my love,
For the times when we must cry.
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6 responses so far ↓
Enreal // September 16, 2007 at 10:34 pm
Beautiful. I love the way if flows, like life. The randomness between your subjects and the way you connect them makes me feel. Thank you
Paul // September 17, 2007 at 12:41 am
Thank you so much, Enreal!
Christine // October 13, 2007 at 2:50 pm
Your poem reads like a beautiful ballad, a song.
Found you through Nita Writer. I’ll be back!
Paul // October 14, 2007 at 4:01 am
Thank you so much, Christine! Anyone who enjoys my poetry has just found a friend!
akash // May 4, 2008 at 10:38 am
The clouds , the river , the oceans are flowing with the tears . Whispers of love are all around .
World is the witness . So am I !
Thank you for these words which connect to
the essence of me .
akash
Paul // May 6, 2008 at 12:18 am
Thank you, Akash! You have a very nice blog! Welcome to this one!
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