by Ryley CraigÂ
The water was crystal
And I walked atop the frozen waves
Traveling the seven seas
With no destination in mind
Except to follow the golden swans
To the hillsides
Painted with Lilly of the valleys
And seek the rusting horizon
Before it is rotten
I sing familiar tunes
The valleys echo them back to me
In your voice
And I know I must be close
To a warm welcome
A new beginning
At night I float to the treeline and
sleep in the graying clouds
And reach my hands upward
To trace the face of the frowning moon
And ache so tragically to comfort it from afar
When dawn comes
I am ready
To journey once more
The infinitesimal moments
For a better tomorrow