"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 1976  Elizabeth Abrams Chapman