when you go to the river where palms are still <br />where a duck floats on top of a crystal water that mirrors the clouds of white and blue <br />where the wind is as fresh as the memories of your <br />morning <br />eyes that look blankly upon a sight of a flowing green <br />mountain range <br />to a horizon that has no end <br />fading like a sleepy word <br /> <br />i know what you feel <br />for in here in this seeming perfection <br /> <br />this is where <br />you do not clamor for any change <br />where permanence is the virtue that you now put <br />upon the hands of <br />nature <br />the way you felt loved in the utter silence of its cares.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-what-you-feel-as-always/
