Poetry In My Eyes

Rivers flow all into one, and the white, pure light of the cratered moon will flow onto the rippling waters of old. Our troubles will flow away with the beings within the great body. There I will stand and admire the darkness that filters through my eyes,. No longer will the world be blood drenched, and no longer will I stand to watch the rain fall helplessly upon the faces of others. Here I will sing with the wolves to the great planet in the sky who shines it’s very essence down upon my shivering body. Get away from it all, the wind whispers. To sing another night the wolves howl, and to their song words will flow, and a new world will be created, where problems no longer exist. There fantasy is reality, and reality is but a myth.