Sheila Sacks Poet Free verse

My River

My River

My river flows long into the night
She lingers in valleys bereft of yesterdays
Courses through deserts of solitude
Forsaken by tomorrows
She cascades over landscapes
Of mountainous sorrows
Shadowy glades where trees hiss overhead
Eddies of tears lapping gently 
At her mossy shores
My river flows deep into the night
Moonlit currents of longing
Whirling dreams of pleasures past
Caught in swirls of weed, silken green
Thoughts unravelling, churning, restless
She flows to greet the rosy dawn.

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Curtis Johnson April 7, 2017 at 3:14 PM Through endless hindrances, she flows. For she knows where to find the rosy dawn. I love this. Sheila Sacks April 8, 2017 at 3:05 AM I'm so pleased you enjoyed this poem, Curtis. Your lovely comment is much appreciated! X

Jannie Breedt September 11, 2016 at 2:18 AM lovely write Sheila, skipping over time and seasons and I love your river Sheila Sacks November 2, 2016 at 1:53 PM Thank you so much, Jannie, your comment is much appreciated! Sheila

Lekau Mamabolo May 6, 2016 at 7:29 AM Carrying a feeling of sadness, but definitely an interesting poem to read..Sheila. Keep it up ...Lekau Sheila Sacks May 7, 2016 at 2:04 AM Thank you, Lekau.....sadness does seem to creep into my poetry, even when I set out on a happy note...!