Another Hour, Another Mile

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Open Poetry #43

Another Hour, Another Mile

scoff
Member

since 2008-07-04

Posts 71
Georgia

0 posted 2008-07-14 03:07 PM

This journey seems forever,
an endless odyssey, a trek
into the realm of utter fantasy.
I should make a fire and rest awhile,
for the wind blows snow-bitter cold,
and I have gone many miles this day.

I have been alone before
at a thousand night camps,
standing, kneeling, gazing,
drawn to the fire's dancing flames.
Awed, I watch the play of shadows
and distant lights trembling in the sky
and high, wind-blown, frozen clouds.
I still remember quite clearly
the fiery trails of meteors,
the falling stars I wished upon
in the vanity of my own desires.

For you I sojourn in this dark place,
lost and alone on this wayward voyage.
For you I endure these empty nights.
These fragile memories I carry
are but a few mementos of lost days,
charcoal fragments of a burned out fire,
an awful weight to drag me down.

I rise to walk again,
adrift as I listen to the wind
whispering in the trees.
In a way, you'll always be with me,
your being and your essence
in my thoughts, around me, everywhere,
and I still feel your presence
for just a little while
as I walk for another hour,
another mile.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Max Ehrmann

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2008-07-14 05:24 PM

quote:
Awed, I watch the play of shadows
and distant lights trembling in the sky
and high, wind-blown, frozen clouds.

A wondrous, melancholic write.

Love,
Margherita

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