Standing on the rock ledge
at twilight, overlooking
the purple radiance
deepening toward a distance
of tired questions, loneliness
and wonder, I ask why we climb
the cliffs of human emotion
as if marooned in a sphere
of infinite strangeness,
only to become the very stones
on which we stand.
A cool breeze stirs in the pines.
And I swear it enters me like a murmur
after a troubling dream, saying:
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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on which we stand." <--- a most powerful line
but even more/most powerful is this:
"from a certain height there's only love."
This is exceptional. Thank you.
Wonderful write
Andrea