Flutters From A Diary

A path beautifully paved with colored memories,

Possessed strong magical whispers of sacred melodies,

A woman filling a water jug from a clear mountain spring

Was asked by a traveler for some water to drink

She quenched his thirst, and caught sight of his face

And disappeared down the wind path without any trace

On shaky wings staring her way, he sang her a song

And journeyed slowly down the endless winding road

The wind carried the song he sang to her melting land

The darkness closed in again, and he stepped out of sight

His path is a difficult and long one, digging hopelessly in the sun

Heavy sadness descended upon his face, shuddering all his days

Through spots of dispersed sun rays, her shadows ruffle his mind

In a stifling cloud of dust, he longs for her once again charm

Without her he feels withdrawn and isolated from his own life

For he is now walled and veiled behind the walls of his strife...

Therese copyright, 2000

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