Alone


I walk my path alone,
Up the great mountain
Where the world of darkness spills
Into the sea of stars,
And my face is turned from all that is behind.


Only the pine needles answer
The restless wind,
Where the crystal, icy waters embrace
The weathered stone...


Oh for a friend to recognize
The unspoken secret of my heart!




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Copyright 1997, Kim Bowers; All rights reserved

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