Saturday, 28 June 2014

A river of teardrops
Where a flimsy canoe floats
Gently lulling me to sleep.

A dreamless state that claws sharply
Covering the sliver of hope.

But nothing moved,
Even in my dreams.
A haunting sleep
Never to awaken.

Peace at last,
Or so I presume.

(((asheil.june 20, 2014.friday)))