Where His River Flows Poem by Sophie Allyah

In twilight he dwells
Gloomy countenance fit well

In the sleep of the sun
Bidden darkness thereupon
Insanity speaks like sane
Wanders alone tirelessly in his domain
Reminiscing moments further

In the slumber of the moon
Like the sike in the heat of the summer
He rested like death in bloom
Lifeless straighted alike
The tranquil image is very like

His river flows only in dreams
Into that deep, deep void, so it seems