Saturday, May 13, 2017

whispers broken echoes

my heart
whispers
a billion
broken echoes

tears streaming
steaming
the silver springs below

wake up
alone

two thirty
three

search mornings
look out
for our mountain

below sea level
miami

search mornings
reach out

my right arm
right hand
tanned from the
eight thousand elevation

of our
mountain
mountains

feels soft
white cloth
clutching

so lonely
so lonely

yet
yet

I choose this.
I choose
this.

until I find
you
my soul mate

no excuses
no part time
no time lines

not my thing
not my thing

love
passion
loyalty

is.
is.
Lost Mountain, 2017, Stella Santamaria