By Stands with a smile
Date: 19 November 2000
Voice among the Cedars
The snow is just a dusting now
covering the cedars
but building in the wind
like a phantom
preparing to engulf the world.
The voice among the trees
is not some mourning spirit
but that same bitter wind
calling something in my soul.
I remember
the moon above the lake
the ghosts we laid to rest
and dreams.
My face is freezing in the wind
and my tears.
I am holding on by breaths and threads
believing in things I cannot see.
This storm will pass
this snow will be gone
the wind will grow silent
but my hope in you lives forever.
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