Rebirth Of Spirit Poem by Jo R. Escher

Monuments embrace misty morning

Dust bleeds red as it dances with the wind

Precision entanglement with the spirits

Woven into yesterdays souls



Canyons paint in fevered reverence

As footsteps walk into shadowed memory

Unknown dreams take form from yesterday

Unanswered pleas lie in wait of today

Uncovered visions promise hope of tomorrow



Touching the sky darkness falls

Silver light breathing life into the heart of her

A cast of stardust shimmers the artist hand

Formation shifting like transparent time



Infinity only a heartbeat away

Twilight's mist beckons to the old ones

As nectar so sweet

I hear you whisper my name

From turquoise mountains

I feel you whisper my name





09/27/2003