Encompassed In Memory
Cool mountain streams reflect the cobalt blues and greys of sky
Restful twilight with stars scattered as if on a canvas
Fire cloaks the curve of the earth and golden fish swim nearby
Weeping willows in the field sway to an urgent sadness
The gushing wind that stirs etches the land, channels through boundless time
The carved thrust of a mountain range, maybe the Andes
Will challenge the forever yielding sky, vast as the horizon
Where rain batters the window and mists as far as we can see
It is a warm evening in a pub in Ireland
As the songs hover around us, I know this is what it is like to be free
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2012
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