The Rivers Edge Poem by Joseph Peter Ostapiuk

While drifting on these ebony waves of silk,
the air is cooler here,
where my feet aren't touching the ground

A dreary archway of trees surround
the entrance to the woods upon me

My sight has seemed to wake the leaves,
slightly shaking the trees
Waking the birds,
but not a sound I can hear.
And with every passing cloud.
I feel as if time has been sealed on this scene.
For a moment,
this light feels serene.
And this picture,
is oh so crystal clear.
And the sky,
so divine in color,
a dark blue,
so distinct
this perfect hue.
Has captured the breeze,
the open air,
the contrast of the trees.
The oh so green,
and violet flowers
line the ridge.
This distinct feeling
of my soul releasing
into this sight
off the rivers
edge.