Look out across these wide-open spaces to where the horizon blurs the land into the sky. It is as far as seeing can ever go; to see the place where the earth meets the sky. And, one day, we will go there and touch the clouds that rest against the hillsides of distance and far away places.
We have heard stories of far away places from those who have walked such foreign streets and have worn the dust of distance upon their feet. We, though, have remained always here, where familiarity has seeped deep into our bones, so that our feet know every road, path and lane as well as we know the lines in each other’s tired faces.
We never took the chance to go to those faraway places, so now I can see that far away look in your eyes as you long for something to take you somewhere new. A place away from the familiar wearying routine and a place where you can find out what it means to be alive again.
Comments
Foster (not verified) | July 23, 2010 - 16:26
Some really great images here, David. And you hit a chord common with many people - the desire to get away from it all. But mostly I like the image of the clouds resting against the hillside. Also, "the dust of distance" was very nice.
Cavalcaderl | July 23, 2010 - 17:03
new Hadley
Well deserved cherry!
like the words across these
wide-open spaces to where the horizon
blurs the land into the sky.
Touch the clouds that rest against
the hillsides of distance and far away places.
Really dreamy feeling to the poem.Paradise.
julie x