As I rest, sun-warmed,
on a welcoming rock
half way up tomorrow’s hill
that beckons me
to reach its summit
and touch the azure sky
in freedom’s wild-winged flight,
I gaze back beyond
the sapphired hills
and emerald valleys
with honeyed nostalgia
and wrap a million
fragrant
rainbow memories
around my solaced shoulders.
Rejoicing in the camaraderie
of God’s beloved creatures
around me
in air
and tree
and grass
and burrow,
a song slow-sings my heart
in twangs of harp
and calls of bird
and
in a far-off sea-cooled breeze
I hear the whisper
of its echo
echo
echo
embracing me
in murmurs of yesterdays
and slowly
I raise my eyes
to meet the sun
and resume my travels
up the hill
in solemn step,
with a single soft-eyed tear,
a smile of remembers,
and a quiver-duet
lodged in my heart’s core.
(20 February 2012)
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