Greg Evans Poet Free verse

A Zen Moment In the Mountains

I sip my wine in the purple shadows of the evening, where the fireflies flicker like lanterns on an ancient river. The moonlight dances upon the ripples in my glass and its there I see eternity in the songs of an old traveler. That weary man is I, alone on this balmy dream. Forever a traveling leaf on a winding stream. Forever a thought that once viewed such a beautiful night. In a place like this, where mountains touch the sky.

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Line Gauthier February 13, 2021 at 8:34 PM A pleasure to find your awesome poem published in the 2020 PS Anthology, Greg~ a FAVE for me

Cebo Soul September 24, 2017 at 8:58 AM well written, I was Immensely submerged in the imagery of your poem, drowning in your words, painted vivid images in my head, nice penning.

Suzette Campbell September 17, 2017 at 6:14 PM This was touching, makes me think of my mom and memories with her, and as her bday approaches the memories hit hard, very nicely done

White Wolf June 19, 2017 at 4:55 PM A stunning write, Greg! Loved it