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"Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows." - Native American Proverb
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he stood upon a mountain
attending to her heart
for surely such a hallowed sound would be
born soft upon the sunrise
and carried to impart
the thrum of truest love, brought achingly …
as he awaited, patient
his tympans yet unstirred
a gloried sun arose like thunder, bright
and deep within the dawning
the murmuring he heard
was only Venus, bidding him goodnight
he walked into the desert
those endless, barren sands
to hear her heart as voiced amidst the dunes
for surely on a zephyr
in tombs of kingdoms, grand
did sing the purest loves through vestal runes …
and as the dust regaled him
in tales of badlands, gone
the bullion moon above him, dripping gold
the sound of steady thrumming
alas, was but the dawn
awakening the sand dunes from the cold
he waded rippling meadows
to find the forest, deep
and listened for her heart to sing within
a sacred green cathedral
pristine enough to keep
her drumming pulses dancing on the wind …
but in that wooded whisper
that rode upon the boughs
there came a secret it would thus betray
the measured heart-like beating
its depths had thus aroused
were Redwoods, creaking in a dancing sway
he crossed the broadest ocean
then lay upon its shores
in hopes her heart would carry on the tide
for surely such a mighty sea
exacted that, and more
in all the strength that Neptune could abide …
and yet in all their majesty
those billows ne’er bestowed
on him, a song so worthy her command
their rhythm was just simply
the tidal ebb and flow -
of rhythmic swells, soft-combing thru the sand
in time, he wandered all the earth -
crossed every sea and hill
divining for the beat of her true heart
but all the songs that he engaged
‘midst every sweetened trill
were vacant of the love she could impart …
the countless melodies he’d heard
through sojourns that he'd led
(despite them having taken such a toll)
were yet, indeed, her beating heart -
those things she'd never said -
but seeded in the silence of his soul
you see, she'd always loved him, true
since she’d been just a fawn
and thru those years, did patiently await
but in his searching, wide and far
too many moons were gone
his glorious return, now far too late …
each circuit he'd made of the world
re-counted each bright day
while time had eaten double of her years
now he'd returned in middle-age
to find her old and gray
and nothing left to give him but her tears
he cursed the horrid providence
that, thus, had come to be
an endless odyssey, now proven wrong
he’d sacrificed such precious time
on dreams he’d never see
while love had waited homeward all along …
now there before him, dying
was the keeper of his heart
the quiet harbor he had come to seek
but dashed upon the ledges
what the past could ne’er impart
all gone, with one last kiss …
upon her cheek.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Choice L, Any Theme Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Strand Select L Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2020
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