INNER RIVERS

INNER RIVERS

Reflections of the misty moonlight;

Shadowy figures form and fade.

Blurry visions moving slowly

through a mist of amber hue.

Wispy fragments come together.

Children whimper in their dreams;

Small and fragile fingers clutching

nothingness in empty space.

Unknown voices softly calling;

words unclear through cloudy fog.

Little person wanders onward,

lashing out at unseen fear.

Child encounters desperation!

Crystal teardrops cascade down

To flood the banks of inner rivers,

where emotions need no words.

Listen to the weight of silence;

see beyond the mask of stone

To where the trembling child is hiding

in uncertainty, to be found.

Reach into the lonely darkness.

Gently kiss away her tears;

But do not speak; just hold her close

and let her know that she is loved.

(copr. 1989) Trinka Powers

SILVER BLUE

Behind a log that's made of stone, there sits a child who's all alone.

He hates his Mother and his Dad; he wonders if he's going mad.

Silver blue is all to see. He's wound too tight in mystery

Of everything he sees and hears. He thinks he's drowning in his fears.

His family is a dreadful sight; he wonders, "Can this all be right?"

'Cause everywhere around him is ... peace in homes, except for his.

(copr. 1966) Trinka Powers

"Things are good. Things are good in my life. Things are good in my life right now. Yes, things are good in my life right now, so if you chance to find a "Do Not Disturb" sign, please hang it outside the door to my heart."

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