waters speak to me…

waters speak to me…
god… i love their voices…
roars…
whispers…

in mid-night this river speaks of past lives…old stories…vagabonds who have bathed in it’s grayish blue…tug boats traveling through locks…girls who dipped in nude…
and souls that wept to the bottom of it’s depths…

waters speak to me…
damn… i love their voices…
roars …
whispers…

autumnal days of choppy waves…Queens on the other side…the wind streams through your blonde hair…spraying a mist…can we stop for a kiss…

waters speak to me…
jesus… i love their voices…
roars…
whispers…

calling-out…the tide comes-in…an evening’s display of lights…sounds…day is done yet your life carries-on…old black men with fishing poles…lovers take strolls….and we sip brandy in the evening’s cool….
while you yell and you hush and you sing….hallelujah….hallelujah…hallelujah…

waters speak to me…
i love their voices…
roars…
whispers…

listen to the waves…
shhh…what do they tell you….they are speaking to us…screaming at us…
and we are the fools who do not listen…
or…do we…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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