Coastpoet

It is quiet by the river.
The sounds of the city
are no more.
I feel the soft embrace
of the still air
and let my thoughts
lick the calm.
Is it a real moment
or perhaps a dream
sent to tease an old man
in his fading time.

I watch the water of the river
glide and swirl
and feel the unknown pull it has
and smile a bit at the moment
when I was young
and thoughts of old men
were distant and hushed.

© Coastpoet