In Presenting the Faintest of Echoes of Me
In Presenting The Faintest Of Echoes Of Me
Sleep beneath towering white cliffs of life sublime
waiting with bated breath for each rewarding dawn
is it not so, that happiness yields not to time
or that truth can never be defeated by brawn
Does not mystery hide within such silent trails
as delicious life and great surprise lay in wait
for is not Love's gifts what sweet discovery spells
and true rejoicing certain at paradise gates
Wake unto swirling echoes from soft blowing breeze
rise to greet welcoming day as if a great friend
let opportunity cajole, and pleasures tease
for life holds many gifts, that which future portends
In presenting the faintest of echoes of me
I am a mirage, rock, fallen flower- a tree.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-01-2020
Sonnet, ( Ghosts Of Shadows That Eclipse Time )
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