 Wednesday, May 19th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer
Like an Unexpected Birdsong
Like and unexpected birdsong from a lonely mountain forest
springs the joy from my heart.
A distant rumbling thunder echoes an ever-growing internal storm
The streams and lakes mirror the rush and calm of your eyes
that look back to mine,
Your eyes send the light into eternal beckoning.
May the hidden glens and meadows
protect the gentle breezes that sigh in the eventide.
Birch and ash and oak and pine in their own glorious way
stand in sentinel silence like your firm peaceful soul.
Be gentle as the night slowly descends to rest upon the sleeping day
and the rousing darkness.
There you are amongst the stars that hold all things
in my waiting quietude.
I wait,
I wait
Forever hearing the rumble of the storm.
(c) March 14, 2000 Marissa A Spencer
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