The River

Setting sun
beyond the river bend
purple waters
transform into black

incessant moon
stands watch, beholding
the shimmering river
below, never to darken
it's grace.

peace waits for death

There are days..
that this world is cruel

days when ugly becomes man
driven by endless greed and power

where does it stop?
every job, every task
an endless drive for more

every word,
step made to cut
the other down

no apology
no conscience
empty headed
nothingness

where does it end?
in death, i am told

what a sad state
for mankind
that peace
waits for death.

fishing with children

a sunny day
dream filled
finally armed
with fishing poles
and bate

on a lake
some row
some wait
on a pier

and here
we sit
and watch
for the smallest move

too long for a child
reel it in
release again
and again

no catch today
but a promise
kept
on a beautiful day