Quiet River Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Water of the sublime dusk
Slowly moving decorated in color
Cabin on the sea
Light shines on night blossoms
Waves and wind
The crickets begin to sound
Where can I write?
Where can streams flow?
Poise in the red lamps
Childhood filled with fireflies
Romance in a Degas wine glass
The fire on the shoreline blazes
Olive oil, garlic, parsley
Time a clock stopped
Adventure amidst blooming peonies
Breeze blows the curtain lace

Our dialogue is an easel
Our love an old country road
Her pearl earrings in moonlight
Reflections of her sister playing
Fall trees caress my dreams
I see you walking the shore
Felt spires in lilac clouds
Wreaths and garland ideals
Rodin with sculpted gardens
Brick alleys with flowerpots
Away from the evil shadows
Three languages on the sign
Day and night like lovers
Symbols, inward like rainbows
Storms as soft as peace
Life becomes the quiet river