That River's Edge

By the river she sits

lost in thoughts deep

you see her like a dream

and think you're fast asleep.

 

Twighlight becomes darkness

and all that can be seen

in the glow of her pale skin

by the light reflecting in the stream.

 

She glides her hand

o'er waters soft as silk

and dreams of a land

where no one is killed.

 

You are not dreaming

she's true and alive

but she will disapear

at dawn's first light.

 

By the night she haunts

that river's edge

while most others

are asleep in bed.

 

By day she retreats

to the land she made

the land of candy sand

and sugar water waves.

 

 

The child,

she says not a word.

Yet so much of her story

can still be heard.

 

Her love, he died

at that river same

and left her all alone

again.

 

A day came and

the current strong

gave him not a chance

though he'd done no wrong.

 

She had not been there

and could not save

the one she loves

from his terrible fate.

 

Always to remember

that day that turned to hell

she haunts that river's edge

sweet Isabelle.

Reviews

[Kelley]

Richard Marx had a song called Hazzard ....I think? Well this poem reminded me of that song.
Beautiful write!!! I love Vampire stories and poetry too.
Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[An owl on the moon]

Such a powerful poem, with a taste of bitter sorrow and a haunted river that flows like tears. Beautifully deep and moving. Love your words...

[Gabrielle E. M. T.]

Beautiful poem doll. You painted me a pretty picture with your words. Very lovely! ^_^
~Gabi Doll =]