Journey
They spoke in a singular language
A language none but they could know
She with the moonlight in her eye
He with the hush of fallen snow
They moved with a slow beginning
By the light of the rising moon
In the night on the white of the snow
To the sound of an ancient tune
They hummed alone – And they carried
About themselves a certain weight
That some might possibly dismiss
As being neither small nor great
And yet to them, these two, on the move
With unstated purpose pressing
Upon their steps, each weary step
A symbol of their load un-lessened
Bore witness to their anxious plight –
And wherefore did they travel, and what from
That required they steal silently
Across the tundra on the run?
Was it a secret they alone
Could share, and with none other
But the moon and the shifting snow
And the misty night for cover?
Of this they spoke in muted silence
In a language only they could know
She with the moonlight in her eye
He with the hush of fallen snow
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2023
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