Down by the river
10 June 2016

Counting stones
Down by the river
Each pebble
A symbol
Of weight that creased the footstep
When feet were nimble
Walking straight
Aloft the waters
Heaven’s pull
Contrasting
Gravity everlasting
Maintaining balance
Water flows
Endless free motion
No cushion
Commotion
A state of being alive
In expectation

We bear ills
Of every nation
Our hearts fenced
Our minds tight
Shutters barely let in light
Shadows our pittance
There are trees
That grow in the air
When I look
They are there
My mind their only manure
The sky’s tears their food
The world twirls
Dark merry-go-round
Yet I dream
Yes I dream
Images that join stream
Down by the river
Reading of the poem:

Στα σύννεφα – Papercut
My Melody – Papercut
A Dream – Papercut