By the Riverside

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ By the riverside ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ She waddles her feet idle in the waters, gently lingering aimlessly, thoughts wavering occasionally a bubble on the surface but that too dies out eventually By the riverside, a peaceful unmoved world. She stares blankly at her face a million thoughts, so diverse yet so similar, they form a face. A little gush from the waters distorts her face. What an array of diversities, frightens her young naive soul. By the riverside, comes a little wind. She sees no more now but a rush like a million logs sucked away hastily from the water flow. Cold and distorted, a dead flower passes by She scoops it up, cradling it sweet leftover fragrances tell of stories of how they arise and fell But we all fall someday we all fall sometimes. By the riverside, the greens wilt. By the riverside, the grass wavers cheerfully She smiles, knowingly yet quiet and no complaints This is the way the river flows the onrush, the stillness, the distortion. Dream a beautiful dream then, of a different riverside Disillusion a comfort escape from a reality, by the riverside.

~ written by ~

--=-- Weiwen --=--

22nd October' 1999

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*|~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Thoughts pain, the deeper in sight one reaches ; let ignorance be desired, for it is innocent bliss" ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*|~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Back to Poem list | Contents