Good Morning River

Black velvet
Studded with bright platinum
Kings and queens will never be worthy of it
But the commoners of the land will reign over it
The chin of gold, resting on its shoulders
Looks down on the river
Bubbling
Trickling
Stop
Tranquil surface
An endless deep chasm of onyx
Soft weed waving in its waters
Trees of emerald
Tall and gentle
Dancing to the song that the oriole sings
Just after three o’clock.
A lone howl pierces the air
Sorrow
Longing
The moon tilts down
Looking at the desperate animal in distaste
The moon is coldhearted, sadistic
Beautiful
It rests on the satin shoulders of the night sky
Who carries her weight
On his shoulders
The wind whips around the strip of gold
Hoping for one dance, one dance for a night
The small blades of dirty green grass cheer him on ever so slightly
Voices ringing through the cold night
Distaste
Shines in the moon’s eyes again
Will morning ever come?
The bright flowers
Once so beautiful
Are dull and gray
They bend to touch the clear surface of the river
Disturbing the clear surface
With the smallest ripple
Which dies across the gray surface of
A grey world
Covered by a black blanket
Will there ever be morning?
The raw touch of the sun
Barely rises above the trees
Morning has come quietly
Taking over the moon
Goodbye moon
Good morning river