River Bell
seasons come as reasons go
darkness on the edge of shadow
light
dreams within the echo
somewhere in-between
a man sits on a long
wooden pier
washing free his eyes
where whispers a river
where tomorrow begins
years unspoken
fall
river bell
sweet sweet sound.
- jude
Copyright © W. Jude Aher | Year Posted 2009
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