Wednesday, June 6, 2012

The Silent River…

The river that flows, thoughts contained in a sensible line
Is but a mirage, masked to fool, to pretend everything’ fine
The real thoughts are wild torrents; to tame them is to risk defeat
They know their powers, with such a willful foe-it’s difficult to compete

And yet, when the final hopes have faded and the lights have ceased to be
The river seems so shallow, but there is a lot that you don’t see
In its tameness is a desire to own, a penchant to destroy
While a weakling succumbs, a master persists, always aware of the river’s silent ploy.