Sag Valley (Whispering Questions)A Poem by Eternal Poet
It was deep in the blue shadowy depths of this great valley,
where the ice age still held its lingering grasp, and moments stood frozen in mercurial
chill. These frigid rivers twisted and
turned through this pristine landscape like a divine serpent, cutting through hills and forests like a dull
knife. I felt the stillness in the March
morning, I felt the sun upon my aging face, and I felt the yearning/longing
that always exists, taunting the graceful heart. I knelt and said a prayer on the most sacred site
for me on this earth, up on the ridge of Swallow Cliff. Where the cobalt blue cerulean heavens touch
the ancient gray wooded canopy. My
thoughts were frozen, my consciousness blanketing this earth like shimmering frost. My
love, always ephemeral, stretched like branches and roots, through this earth,
through the streams, up through the cracked rocks and into the shattered skies,
unhindered and finally free. Regrets
were like passing clouds, worries like the dissipating snow, my long lost love
still haunting me like a ghost, whispering questions, will I ever be free, can
I ever truly be me, why did she leave me?
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