in dreams
in the underground rivers
where summerstorms thrash
light flickers
and in the bulkheads
of past and present
they meet like pressure waves
groaning at the rusting plates

"I know you" she whispers in her sleep

on his palms glitters river sands
at the ice edge beneath the black
bridge where time has forgotten
the purpose of the hour
and erased the names of stars

he has written a sonnet
just a black shadow
leaning
listening to the sighing
of the river singing like
the hope of new tommorrow

poem is from old myths Ive watched
art interpretations movies
greek myth about going to get his
muse from the underground land
but he looks back and loses what
he didnt have patience for
usually happens to me a lot
love tradgedies
then snow white but snow white
isnt a woman its a man awakened
by a princess and the myth starts
from there

a night of stars like the trade floor of the
stock exchange all the wishs like prayer
poems like snow like blossoms perfumed
with empathy apathy passion loss
rapture all heady stuff for every star fallen
is a trade for someone awake and not
dreaming but wishing

i really did experience a lof of this poem
i really did write a poem in the dirt under
that bridge at night while listening to the
river

I Love that you can read in though something
of wonder and beauty too
I love the lines
"mans blood and womens tears"
for all the strife so many cry shed tears
etc great analogies

"the sky is weeping" etc etc
amazing this poetry stuff

thanks Longo my freind