Where Echoes Hide
Into the valley to find my voice
that unique element
which speaks only to me,
and is feebly, at times,
echoed in my words,
I fear.
Have you been to the valley
where echoes hide
beyond glistening roads of
scorched obsidian marked:
“DO NOT DISTURB!” ?
It's disturbing.
Everything is haunted
by devilish smiles
which smother to death.
Tread too lightly, or
bear too much life
on the journey
and you’ll be lost.
Forever, I fear.
Dragon fire swallows
the cool blue of the sky, perhaps.
White-hot clouds camouflage
the sear of the sun.
Everything burns,
on the high road and the low.
Here, all sound hides
from the molten intensity;
of the voice in the valley.
My voice, I fear.
Forge ahead, 'til you see
distantly, a defiant tree.
Diametric to the horizon
and the absence of life
she beckons,
she breathes,
she whispers,
and shelters in her limbs
butterfly echoes
faintly familiar
and frigidly intense.
Poetically soft, and sincere;
they sing; I believe.
Enchanting, mesmerizing,
echoes of the voice.
My voice, I fear.
Do you hear them?
12/13/15
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
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