Stranded -- The Chasm

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Date Posted: 09:34:06 10/26/02 Sat
Author: M.Charles Long
Subject: Stranded

Fall against the rugged pines
which curve inward,
at the sound of a stranger drawn in from the night:
always listening to quite whispers,
felt in the battle of haste,
and clearing a way.

Rush on,
or smile for the moment.
Remember,it wasn't just yesterday
that brought you here,
or someone's endearing charm,
but you,
unlike anyone you know
sees spirits in terms of opportunity
and climbing,
without the threat of harm.

I don't even know if that would tempt you,
because there are skeletons in every closet
and monsters where there have never been walls.
There are also voices which call out to you.
They sense your lonliness and wish you well.
If you listen closely,you will hear sounds
which are never silenced,
and joys that have picked up more dust than the plains below.

You won't hear them,
but you will feel them,
and they will follow you
into your soul.

Sometime,
the lonely traveler never sees the vultures,
which hover n the desert,waiting for the noonday sun.

He may not see the road which bends,
disappears, stretches far off into night,
to rise in another place.
Yet,he knows its the travel that makes
him strong.
He also knows its his vision which determines
the race

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