"Thoughtful Day"

I stood alone against the sun,

a shadow of distant warmth,

feeling each  bursting molecule’s

cold flame.

I whispered my name into the wind

and it echoed through my heart;

it rippled across the silent seas

of youth.

I danced across the horizon,

walked slowly down the hill,

and sat at Priam’s palace

of old.

I wept for all lost gods

and watched the fresh spring flow

down into the whispering ocean

of hope.

I climbed the hill again,

gloried in the setting sun—

called goodbye to the day’s

loud silence.

I stood alone, I whispered,

and I danced, I wept and

then I climbed high into

the stars.


Copyright  1978 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman