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Of These Two I Dreamt

Footprints on the river’s edge
     once showed travels of the young;
Small steps heading to the west,
     gone before the day begun.
Stories carried on the wind
     drift into the weeks to come,
Still held in the hist’ry book
     though the last chapter’s undone.

Music lifts from mountain tops
     that are hid by distant cloud,
Catching unsuspecting ears
     long suppressed under a shroud.
Sounds of nature wake from sleep
     and arise to morning’s glance,
Weaving in and out of dreams,
     waiting for the guest to dance.

A hunted wolf walks the path
     which the rains turned into mud,
His life’s being left behind
     in ev’ry drop of his blood.
He’s come from another world
     where life’s waters flowed in peace,
Freedom’s now a memory
     and death his only release.

Someday two will come to meet
     in between said life and death,
Maybe at the river’s edge
     that glides under nature’s breadth.
Or maybe it’s face to face
     far out on the barren plains
Where the spirits of the past
     ride the winds in search of names.

Then slowly through the sunrise
     there’s a peace that’s overcome
By the pain which came before
     an old life so strange to some.
I have dreamt all this and more
     in the hours before dawn,
When the child and the wolf
     came to where they’d now belong.


     

Copyright © Daniel Larson | Year Posted 2016

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  1. Date: 11/2/2016 1:47:00 PM

    This is very smoothly written. Nice writing.
  1. Date: 11/2/2016 1:30:00 PM

    This I wonderful Daniel. The rhyme and cadence are spot on. One could almost sing this poem. Very nicely done.

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