Neath a shrouded midnight star,
Blinded by the blackened road,
Riding endlessly and far
Where the wind is hard and cold,
By the river, long and deep,
Where the wicked willows blow,
Ill with pain and wanting sleep
Where the frozen waters flow,

Rider of the raging sea
Roamer where the rivers roll,
Weaver of eternity –
Guardian of my own soul;

Wrapped within the wings of time,
Captured by a quiet curse,
Bounded by the ruthless rhyme
Of a cruel universe;

Lone upon a mountain slope,
Or barefoot in the valley streams …
I am the holder of my hopes,
I am creator of my dreams.

– Written by Anna Williams at Age 26

About Anna

Anna Vera Williams is a poet, a photographer, a blogger, and a webmaster. She is the webmaster of Poems, Poets, & Poetry, which provides poetry resources and allows other poets to showcase their work. Her photographs can be found at Anna Vera's Photography, and her books and photos can be purchased at

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2 Responses to “Creator”

  1. Richmich Says:

    I will gladly put a link to your blog on my blog.

  2. Anna Says:

    Thanks, I like your funny poems site a lot! The elephant one is great. Let me know when you have put a link there.

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