Elder One

A statue to years unseen
as earth grows and flowers gleam.
Against the backdrop, on a hill.
How I love to see you still!
Flying in the wind, sunken in the ground,
arms out stretched, back straight and round.
How often do I wish and seldom does it seem
that we could talk and share our dreams.

Reviews

[Water_the_Sun]

This is such a sad poem to me, very well written.

Great imagery, and very natural in its flow and construction, very organic and promising, i look forward to reading more of your work :)