The River
Which way did the river run when you were leaving home?
Did it travel towards the setting sun or rise to meet the dawn?
Did the trees wave heartfelt farewells, as you set out to roam?
While birdsong pealed like temple bells, in your past so far bygone.
Argonaut
Sailing to Jupiter your system's are dark
Pray you Apollo a sun or a spark
A lyre in hand no tongue left to speak
singing out dissonance in time you still keep
Martian your warfare Venetian your art
Saturnine disposition heavy your heart
Keep in your thoughts this Argos Astronaut
Drifting through space I'd hate to be forgot
About the Creator
Blake Capps
I started writing to cope with my severe anxiety. I’m still anxious, but hey, at least now I’m also a writer.
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Trees do speak to us—now I will watch anticipating when they wave to us!! Well done!