steve a. manolis poet

Water Poem 3

 

the evening skies reflect upon the river

or is it the river reflecting the evening sky

stars dancing on the mirror of waters

ever in my heart the soul of the heaven

 

what is real and what is an illusion

or does it even matter as to be one with this night

the darkness of deep waters, the darkness of deep evening

the darkness is surely not empty in this poet’s soul

 

my eyes close to the night, nothing matters

silence echoes from a light years away

peace finds the river, the river finds this peace

we become what we see on ourselves.