Red River

see it
hear it
but when you
try to touch
the flowing water
you can not feel it
the world changes around
you as you close your eyes
and all you can see is
a red river and green grass
shrouded by shadows
you walk over,
trying to see
past the shadows,
yet you cannot
so you sit near
the bank, staring
at the shallow water
hearing footsteps approach
you turn and still
see only shadows
you feel something land
on your shoulder
closing your eyes,
knowing that the
unseen will allow
you to see when
the right time comes
you hear whispers
flowing through the air
without a visible source.
You look at the river, seeing
how far it goes on,
and cup your hands,
dipping them in
bringing them to your
lips, sipping the water
from them before closing your eyes
'open them' says a voice
and you look around, seeing
a new world, no more shadows
and the river is still there

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This reminds me of Mythology

This reminds me of Mythology and death and life again. It may be none of those but still, it hits a chord, I dont know which one or why, but i feel it. Wonderfully written, thank you.


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