To the one who lived among the hills,
Unseen,
Now your voice has become an echo
In the distant mist.
You have gone
to other worlds on star-bright
Wings of snow,
To that far mountain
You call home, where white-
Throated swifts soar
In the shifting clouds,
Where silver chimes
Ring
In the rain-cloaked ravine
And deer nibble
In the frost-green
Stillness,
Where crowds
Of petals
Fall
From the nagalingam tree
In ever-present peace,
And the wind brings
Gales of blessings from across the wandering sea,
Where geese
Climb the sunlit stairway of the morning,
And the langur monkey
Sings lullabies to her children
In the foothills
Of times beyond times,
Where the Gods of the forest
Listen
In the dawn
To leaf-told tales
Of nevermore
And long before.
© Sharon St Joan, April, 2017
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