From the Hills
There comes to life a beating heart
One from the golden hills
To the eyes, a wandering soul
With but a pail to fill
Trickle by a name is she
To find the streams of soul
Carried by a heaven song
To seek as she was told
Tender feet upon the earth
Eyes that yet awake
Gentle breathing as the waves
In to gently break
Guided by a silver stone
A step, a silent pause
Another breath into her chest
How the moonlight draws
Carry, newborn spirit
Into a rising night
Through the hills of mirrored stars
Into a distant light
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2011
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