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"River"By Suzanne Robertson,
The ebony night cries out for you -
She covers your body with a blanket of stars, so bright,
Thanking the spirits for your love, so true.
Lost in this Lone Star state of yours -
All by yourself, never understood -
Always pictured as a perfect child.
Memorizing the confused Abyss of your soul -
Never to end, never to end,
Complex puzzle of thoughts and feelings, impossible. -
You take her by the hand,
Never looking back on this disenchanted land.
And dance, dance among the glistening, fading twilight -
So lay your complicated mind to rest,
For the tempters were glorious,
A force too rigorous to overcome.
This work © Suzanne Robertson