Silent the forest
holds ten thousand tongues
Souls reach for a voice
wait for a breath
With the lovers embrace
to come and enter
their story
What cries will be heard
songs to be sung
moments and measures
in the sharps and the flats
Melodies sewn into horizons
and snowfalls hushed
without sound
The nightfall has settled
as dew in the morning
The calling of doves
will remain
A sacred reminder
of promise to be
As cottonwood drifts
on the wind
Image: http://austine.com/shop/available-work/cottonwood-tree/
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Jame – Thank you – Hope all is well and you are thriving! – Peter
SO lovely, both this incredible poem and the image you selected to accompany. Thank you for all that you share here. Namaste. ~Gina
Sometimes when I search Google images, it’s the first one I see that is the best. glad you felt that way to, and enjoyed the words as well!