Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Poem: The Sleeping Lady

i remember a mountain 
called the sleeping lady
after a mother 
who lost her son

she sleeps forever
a snow covered goddess
grief unending
ice numbs her pain

until the day
her precious child returns
his laugh echoing
again the mountain stones

the spring will come
ice will melt 
into clear water
like tears of joy

she will bloom
with flowers
her voice is
the song of the birds


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