The Grahamburglar Poet Free verse

Where Echoes Hide

Into the valley to find my voice
that unique element 
which speaks only to me,
and is feebly, at times,
echoed in my words,
I fear.

Have you been to the valley
where echoes hide
beyond glistening roads of 
scorched obsidian marked:
“DO NOT DISTURB!” ?
It's disturbing.

Everything is haunted
by devilish smiles
which smother to death.
Tread too lightly, or 
bear too much life
on the journey
and you’ll be lost.
Forever, I fear. 

Dragon fire swallows
the cool blue of the sky, perhaps.
White-hot clouds camouflage
the sear of the sun.

Everything burns, 
on the high road and the low. 
Here, all sound hides
from the molten intensity;
of the voice in the valley.
My voice, I fear.

Forge ahead, 'til you see
distantly, a defiant tree.
Diametric to the horizon
and the absence of life
she beckons,
she breathes, 
she whispers,
and shelters in her limbs 
butterfly echoes
faintly familiar
and frigidly intense.

Poetically soft, and sincere;
they sing; I believe.
Enchanting, mesmerizing,
echoes of the voice.
My voice, I fear.

Do you hear them?

12/13/15

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Leroy Max January 22, 2016 at 6:21 PM Yes, I hear them. In the silence of our minds, the Angels whisper, "rest, feel peace and feel inspiration thru the Echo's of a Dream. Your poem has inspired me to pen one, titled thru the Echo's Of A Dream. The Grahamburglar January 22, 2016 at 7:04 PM Thank you for the encouraging comment. I hope you post your poem here so I can read it. I look forward to seeing what you come up with!