Home: Poetry: Andrew Miller: Dark Rivers

i've seen angels fall from heaven
in their timeless decadent dance
and demons fall on bleeding knees
yearning for just another chance
and i've seen kings in cardboard crowns,
and dreams destroyed before they'd begun,
and i stand amidst a wind torn plain
staring into the shadows of the sun...

i've seen bitter beauty locked away
in stone gilded cages of the soul,
a thousand masks layered there
so the valid face we never do behold,
and i've seen loves torn asunder
two beloved reduced to lonely one
and i stand along a surf tormented shore
staring into the shadows of the sun...

but i'm swimming thru dark rivers
i'm falling in,
i'm seething in dark rivers
swept away in,
drowning in these dark rivers...

i've seen peasants stoned in city squares
by those who never understood
and honorable kings dethroned
in the name of the common good
and i've seen the heedless become the humbled
for the things now never to be done
and i stand among some rainswept roses
staring into the shadows of the sun...

i've seen friends so cruely taken away
in the very dawn of blooming life
their souls to rise to soaring heights
and dance among the stars at night,
and i've seen friends sift thru my fingers,
like grains of sand they unceasingly run,
and i stand atop a storm battered moutain
staring into the shadows of the sun...

but i'm swimming thru dark rivers
i'm falling in,
i'm seething in dark rivers
swept away in,
drowning in these dark rivers...

and i wanna spread my wings
and lift up my weary head
and fly into the eye of the sun
and make the falling stars my bed
and i wanna burn away this anger
and i wanna burn away this pain
and i wanna burn away this rage
until i slowly go insane...

but i'm swimming thru dark rivers
i'm falling in,
i'm seething in dark rivers
swept away in,
drowning in these dark rivers...
these dark rivers of the heart...

- Andrew Miller
(11-27-97)


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