The Sunset River

The river wide and empty under rose
lit skies that shine a beauty of their own,
and crowds of shadow people in the glows
surround the spiral bends on which we're thrown.
Through childhood empty fields the water's grown
and flows in complex rivulets of awe
and beauty, like a farmer's seedings sown,
yet only we can glide along its floor,
and nobody but us can see its perfect silver shore.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.