Walking by the Stream

Walking by the Stream

Walking by the stream
Me and wistful reveries
The waters sing a streaming tale
Bitter-sweet, thru hanging vales

I look into her honest face
And there I see a tearful trace
Of muddied dreams and hopes denied
of a lonely hush and songs untied

The birds sing sweet
The wind hums low
The tale of this soul
Echoes

Walking by the stream
Teardrop petals float along
They cry and weep and sadly pour
Out tales of love lost long before

Wistfully I trail their path
A pretty, pathos, fragile mass
Of hopes denied and fragment dreams
Of monster tales and creatures mean

The birds sing sweet
The wind hums low
The tale of this soul
Echoes

Walking by the stream
Paper boats tossed serene
Drift slow, light and listless by
Meandering with their wispy sighs

I catch one as it passes me
Unfold its writing gingerly
Dreams long written e’er it sailed
Were hoping still through the breezy vale

The birds sing sweet
The wind hums low
The tale of this soul
Echoes

By the stream crafting hold
Paper boats of singing folds
Bottled in glass vessels clear
They sail and sing of new-bloom tears

Lined with dreams in lyric style
The floating scroll swims in my eyes
Moving to some orchard grove
A place to shelter dreams of gold

The birds sing sweet
The winds hum low
The tale of this soul
Echoes

Echoes
In the singing rain
Echoes
In the brilliant night
Echoes
In new hoping dreams
In what is always true and right

The birds sing sweet
The winds hum low
The song of the stream
Echoes …
Echoes …
Echoes …

©NnekaEdwards2006