L C Vieira
L C Vieira Poems
'Unworthy of this wilderness,
a majesty too great for kings,
lakes and rivers, wide as dreams,
moving faster than my words;
I'm humbled by this wilderness,
I have so little left to hold.
Few are these last provisions;
I am but a guest out here.
I am so small beneath these tall trees;
some fall hard as others rise.
High winds lift them up 'round me;
drum beat step in their own time.
Bright sun sneaks to hide each day,
so stars more brilliantly can shine.
Dancing native spirit skies,
calm us now, these anxious souls.
He reaches above the green of summer
to new life in the wind
and blows with each breath from his lips
She spreads her arms across a valley
where youthful dreams rise to meet her
in each treasured breeze
There on the heights in sun and rain