Memoria
I ride home on the sun as she sinks beneath the mountains,
And I remember laughter.
My tears dissolve on her flames
And I remember song.
I feel her warmth envelope me
And I remember hope.
I ride home on the sun as she sinks beneath the mountains,
And watch the golden clouds play visions of the living.
My sorrow is drowned in her happiness
And I watch the rivers wink a fond farewell.
I let her light surround me
And watch as the world dissappears in shadow.
I ride home on the sun as she sinks beneath the mountains,
And hear the sighs of children as they are laid to sleep.
My cries are lost in the sound of her music
And I hear the earth say good-bye in the sound of cicada's.
I am filled with the peace of the evening
And I hear the stars shout good morning to the moon.
I ride home on the sun as she sinks beneath the mountains,
And I feel the release of drifting into sleep.
My pain is forgotten in the dreams she leaves behind us,
And I feel the full force of her joy in the night.
I walk into her world of sunshine and silence
And I feel it has all been a dream...
2 comments:
Any chance you can catch a ride with someone heading to Utah County for the four-day weekend? We could get together the day after Thanksgiving for all of us Vancouver'ites here for the holidays. Dani and I could host an assigned pot luck meal. (We'll bring the leftover turkey.) :)
Kristi... I LOVE that poem! I get more and more out of it EVERY time I read it! Grant said, (and I quote) "So, what planet is Kristi from?! That's ridiculous (meaning amazing in Grant-speech)".
That is quite a compliment. ;)
I miss you so much! I really want to spend Thanksgiving with you!!
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