Monday, June 01, 2009

where rivers talk

I do
remember

the bloom
of a smile

the lilt
of a voice

the look
of healing

where rivers
talk

and birds
walk

as grass
grows

and dreams
sow

2 comments:

Ms Storm said...

Absolutely adore this image and the words that you have placed along side of it, both immediately bubbling towards the top of the great well of favourites that have touched corners of my heart and mind that I never knew writing nor art could before you began this greatest work of art, your blog.
Eyes closing to dream a little dream of rivers talking and smiles that bloom. So beautiful.

Trée said...

Sometimes a poem just flows, no thinking, just a flowing of ink on paper as smooth and whispery as an English river snaking its way into Wales. :-)