steve a. manolis poet

Endless Journey

 

As if one were to throw a pebble in a mirror-still lake

Or become the wind in a field of wheat

Waves sending ripples along endlessly,

Like the flow of my heart beat,

Or the calling of some lonesome road

Leading through hills rocking me to sleep

Gently swooping up on side softly rolling on the other.

 

The silence breaks with the stillness of your image

Or of me, falling in love over and over again