A Poem by DrD

I have sprawled prone beside the mountain brook

While the frigid waters danced over stones

And sang to me.

It was an old song about forgotten truths

Beautiful in its lyrics, poignant in its sound.

The leaves of the Aspens all applauded

Newly published leaves, for it was spring.


I have conversed for hours with ebb tides

Of the ebony night.

They told of places once touched . . .

Of endlessly moving over themselves.

And it was an ancient tale

Older than the sand or stone

Of times before there was anyone to remember.


I have read the messages of the stars

Locked against the dark tent of night.

A message of beginnings and endlessness

Profoundly simple �" simply profound

And I read on in amazement

Until the hint of dawn erased it all

And the story was yet untold.


I have witnessed the wonder of a glance

Before eyes quickly lowered in embarrassment

A face more perfect than imagination

The hint of a smile of invitation

And it was then I read the essence of all things

Wrapped in a promise, sealed with surrender

And I saw only her and understood forever.


 I realized it all within that moment

The babbling of the boastful brook

The repeated epic of the tides

The twinkled tale of midnight stars . . .

I understood what all had told

And I laughed with the discovery

That love is the meaning the philosphers sought.

© 2016 DrD

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I was compelled by this writing, and the ending did not disappoint.

Thank you.

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