All the Way to The River

Today I paint from the gaping palette
Of your private cathedral
All the way to the river
Where you pray to the ancient pines
Who look down knowingly
Their dark green eyes
Shrouded by the spirit of your dancer
Always rising in a tear

Two gate posts open their rusted hands
Hardened and almost strong enough to hold you up
All the way to the river
Where you walk the grove of lonely soldiers
Steadfast and lush
The brush of broken hopes hushed
By the breath of a dandelion
In her flawless yellow rest

Long abandoned walls of stone
Stretch the story of their jagged arms to let you in
All the way to the river
Where you weep in the darkness of a nest hole
Six miles to the Island
Where the heart of your soul sleeps
With a friend who's not afraid
To kiss your veil

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