A dream of silence.....

You are naked inside
the boat that i am riding
under the moon
beside the reeds
a choir of frogs are
badly singing
it is raining so hard
we are shielded with
our own illusions
we are never wet with
tears
we never speak
silently we arrive
to the catacombs of
our private silence....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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