Lonesome Lovers

Richard Contreras
You were shouting choruses like a golden bird,
Mixing all these self-sustained words, I dearly heard
Gesturing towards forgotten old dreams,
Floating northward, towards tired streams
And you are my drifting moon, while I slumber upon sands and dunes;
Along these weathered lands, holding lonely hands
Your stare does gaze, as winter ends the sun's rays

Published by Richard Contreras

Richard is 19 years old and a resident of Oxnard, California. Currently a freshman at a local community college, he is studying a variety of subjects pertaining to music, philosophy, and oceanography. Richar...  View profile

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  • Vj McMullan3/11/2012

    Awesome imagery here

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