Between falling snow and the dew lit grass
You will find me as you wander pathless.
And what of the sunsets we didn’t share?
We will exchange silence
And watch it rise instead.
Divide your eyes
Between the green and the blue.
Frame a mountain
Or cup it in your hands.
Catch the rain
Give each stranger a name.
May those be damned
Who say there is nothing to see.
A temple of rocks, spiral winds
Mountain dogs, swirling bells
Singing trees, prayer flags, rising steam
Swollen pillows, homeless clouds,
Wait for you and me.
2 comments:
I found 'Upon Tracing Her Steps' to be very deep and inticing to read. I really enjoyed your poem and your thoughts behind it.
Sincerely,
tamm0449
Tamara Lesley
Thank you so much Tamara, Have a nice day! :)
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