Many a Mile
Many A Mile
What it means to be loved by the river
Overflowing with joy , warmth, laughter
The rain has come
The sun has gone
The rays have been delayed
The only thing that remains is
The eye of day
The shoe has walked many a mile
Has torn and gone rough
With plenty a foul
The mountains have risen above the clouds
Reaching peaks that circle the clouds
The forest has breathed deep into the atmosphere
The leaves have swayed to the wind in the air
The berries ripened with red
The roses fall to its breath
Yellow meadows loom with light
The night sky calm with waves
Soothing its fade
Crystal waters glaze with rain
Droplets bounce with flare
The sun dances in the sea
It’s waves stir the breeze
She’s given call that she could have given
Any more or any less would be forsaken
Her heart at the forefront of her day
Her breath carries all that may live
Her touch is the pinnacle of the wave
How does it feel to not see you next to me
To not feel the wind in the breeze
If tomorrow never comes
I hope the sun dances the upon your way
Black lace veil draped over the face
Net yarn trail down the chin
Providing shade
Fallen roses
Sunken in the vase
Dried , crinkled and aged
Darker, intense, estranged
What it is to be no more
What it is to be subtle and phased
Caged in but never replaced
What it is to be taught
And extend from the ways
Expectancies and common caves
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
12/31/19
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2019
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