Telling Stories
By littleditty
Sun, 17 Mar 2013
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Telling Stories
We are telling stories of a journey
not easy for the weak at the start,
and if talk is true, to walk these tracks
needs a red-hot heart; smoke, ash,
carbon footprints on skin sheets of ice.
We'll swim blood aquamarine veins
and be still for dreams and visions.
There'll be wine, the kiss of the fresh night air,
constellation footsteps across a violet sky -
and in the dust and crumbs of enraptured mountains
when weakened knees fall to earth,
arms outstretched and in communion,
they’ll need to voice the words of love.
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