Summit conversations

Beneath a moldy marble skyline

How strange- I must really look

To walk here nearly everyday

It takes hours to reach the top

Where I sit a while in this space

Just to image you here- again

As my heart speaks in echoes  

Without thought I begin to talk

Trusting you’ll hear every word

I feel you in the sun and the wind

The wildflowers carry yours scent

And I am overtaken once again

Getting lost between the memories

And the heartbeats …of my dreams  

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Poet of the Light © 2021

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