Monday, March 7, 2011

"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  2010 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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