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Discover Keli Stafford [keli_staff1975@yahoo.com] In search of distant footsteps Of they who walked before I cast about on hands and knees And find the mountain's peak Turns my mood to wild heights, Between reality and a dream -- A hilltop monument of silken moss Planted round with flowers. Off the edge of a precipice A waterfall flows forever. Like the ancient prayer wheel, It is worshipping its nature. Meandering in the twilight wind I pay my respects to the moon. Emits such light and radiance, Posing for the moon-struck me. I shift my gaze to star-ward, To the horizon of paradise. My eyebrows raise in wonder As angels ascend a stair of stars. And laid out beneath shaped like wings My footsteps through the world. |
Poem © 2003 Keli Stafford, all rights reserved
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