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Posted by Greta on January 19, 2004, at 18:10:27
Echo's
I start eagerly up the trail
Wind whipping the hair about my face
Mountain chill freezing the tears playing at the far
corners of my eyes
My breath, cold even in my lungs- not showing itself
filling my head with sound as I run
jumping over rocks and stumps barely seen under the
snow
Echo Lake lies frozen and still
I give a shout just to check
and laugh
Up, up the path wanders
tracks of those before me
some in the snow
some in the memory of a sunny day
I was different then
suddenly
standing on the spot where you sat
Looking in at me in my little cave
I felt safe then and let you in
with your smile and summer blue eyes
oh, what a wonderful story you told.
I still recall the hardness of the rock as I
Sat listening, believing
You touched my soul that day in the sacred places
I brought you
Little did I know those words were not for me
Looking up from the yesterdays
The summit beckons
The trees are ablaze with the setting sun
fire touches my face, renewing me
absolutely
Expanding, suddenly I'm at the top.
the heavens comfort me with stars
Moonlight washes over me with promise
Posted by deirdrehbrt on January 19, 2004, at 21:44:25
In reply to Echos, posted by Greta on January 19, 2004, at 18:10:27
I like it.
Are the many levels and metaphors intentional? With the number of them, it's hard to think they were done by accident, and they were well done.
Thank you,
Dee.
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