River

The river
flowing silver

in the moonlight

beckons

we wander

blinded 

by shadows

in the woods

sorrow

Ancient sorrow

buried deep

unmarked, unnamed

its trails

across my soul

obfuscated by time.

my eyes for long 

deserted by tears

crave for their

cool, healing plenitude

poems

Our tongues
have their reasons
and so they lie
our poems don't
they wander into 
dark alleyways
bright joylit corners
they seek out
hidden yearnings
they find lost tears
they save us
by speaking
of nothing but
our truths

Wound

A million shards
of shattered pain
a mirror smashed
to ground
I seek myself
in a jagged face
what do I gain 
but a wound ?

~ Rwits

Alone

I broke all fetters
I cut all bonds
of flesh and blood and bone
on the thin harsh road to freedom
I must walk alone

Untitled

 in the dark warm womb
the tiny spark
silent flows invisible love
fire water air and earth
eternity takes form

Wilderness

wilderness surrounds me
people everywhere
the only one
I see and hear
is the one 
who is not there