Meet me at the River’s End
where waters slow and sink
where bank gives way to the bottomless depths
below the siren’s screams
Meet me in the Mountain Shade
where time begins to fade
were wanderers brush past the old remains
above the gravestone dreams
Meet me where the Eagles Cry
where wildflowers wilt
where melodies will echo evermore
upon the farthest streams
Meet me at the meeting place
where we will meet again
where I’ll whisper on the breeze:
See the world beneath how it seems
We stood at the entrance of a new age.
Past a garden of all we had ever known,
We found the gate.
Past what we were meant to know and created to be.
She wrote until her fingers carved groves in the silence and spoiled the blankness before. Then, she turned to each surface left unwrote and sang. The birch trees wept as she tore back the bark to reveal stories beneath.
I await you in the open grass–
The rolling plains roam my mind
Dark-swept winds ride the horizon–
Damp with the promises you left unanswered
Comments
Amazing! Reminds of a prophecy, like something in a J.R.R Tolkien novel!
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