Beside the River

Within the darkened forest,
and through the rustling trees,
past the stand still bushes,
and through the clumping leaves.
There lay a small river,
that flows without a sound.
Creatures drink from its water,
and feed of fresh grass around.
Birds skim its glassy surface,
and insects avoid its pull.
Its gentle moving flow,
is like a lullaby's lull.
Sleep overwhelms me,
and I close my tear filled eyes.
River, you sing me to sleep,
and make me forget the lies.
And through my dreams I travel,
into the darkened space.
My pain is hidden within rocks,
behind the rivers face.