Where the river becomes a stream

 

Someday you'll find me

where the river

becomes a stream,

where the mirror sheen is thin

and you can walk

between 

reality and dream.

You will see me,

under midnight's lonely skies,

in moonlight disguise.

You'll see beneath 

the hidden layers,

shining fireflies

bathed 

in the twinkling starlight there.

You will see me,

looking out

at tumultuous seas.

Watching 

the twisting vortices

of magic and reality.

The enigmatic waves of ambiguity,

where the ripples glow

in a subtle lightshow.

and mysteries flow

into mystical memories.

 

You'll see me 

in the darkness,

not hiding from the light,

but embracing the night.

Tasting the air,

the way it feels

crisp and right.

You'll see me

walking

the lonely streets.

Not in sorrow, nor in pain,

but to feel

the stones

beneath my feet again,

and in those hours

when sleep is near,

I'll be around

to keep the demons clear.

 

 

 

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