A song so familiar|
Changes time before I can find
The title in my mind or hear the words.
The beat of it fades;
Black notes dancing backwards.
Egypt dangles a jewel I can't reach.
Fleeting shadows haunt me, a song
Plays in drops of rain teasing the grass,
Feeding the old and the new.
Memories tucked between violin stings;
Magic images in a water glass.
Horses following a stream in easy peace,
A warm sun,
Spring's roses soaking up liquid honey.
A song spills from a gurgling stream;
Ferns play there.
The air tastes like wild strawberries
Peeking out between the graves;
Ghost voices every where.
Salt lingers in the wind
Where the heather clings to granite.
Cobblestones for French feet.
Distance is the measure of walls,
Home is where the land meets sea.
Sway in contented sleep.
Church bells chime from a mountain high.
We have promises to keep
And neither shadow or light
Death or life
Can stop the dancing....
[This poem was first published in Sleeping Bear Review in the spring of 1998]
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Sandy Lulay, originally from Woodstock, New York, is a resident of Stuart, Florida. Lulay is an "Original Woodstock Girl" who has been writing poetry since age ten. Many of her poems have been published both in Woodstock and Stuart's Sleeping Bear Review. Sandy is a Swans' kind of girl, our in-house poet.
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