Finding the Cure

Sitting on the sand with the river hither
Blossoms gone to the end of summer
Random walking, looking for cover
A gentle wind guiding the current suspiciously
Not alone while free
Gravity attracting touch
Feet sworn to walk to much
In the cloud covered day sweet rest comes this way
Soft in the sand as a gift is given to my hand
Wet and shaking…a seed is peaking
A squirrel is sneaking
In search of food, I fight to hold my mood
Calling to the wild by a screeching bird.
I echo over waves before me feeling like one of the cows i've seen in a heard
Not knowing where to be, but going to be there for sure
I shall find the cure

Author's Note

Just a small amount of time to say...thank you!

Reviews

Wow stunning piece of poetry, not sure at what place on earth you are moving and in which northern front, but this is very cleverly written. I walked like an oasis through it, a dream, yet so real. A lively kind of soap bubble that can burst every minute and break, Parallel visions, other dimensions... psychedelic worded senses very nicely written, you let dance some technicolors in an macnificent way.... I love it! :)