The Journey of I

I am from the golden hills and open skies
That bring me to the moonlit meadow on summer nights
As we lie in the company of the nature’s tranquil sounds
And the graceful, hypnotic dance of the evenings fireflies
I am from the silent lake that pulls me down into its abyss
Lined by the shadow trees whose limbs touch the ground
If only for a minute..I sacrifice my breath to pierce the
Rippling line between the other side and myself
In awe of such untainted..unblemished beauty
I always think to myself this place has to be where
The stars and the heavens collide
I am from this world
But a few steps from my front door

I am from the festivals and parades of the past
The colourful laughs and smiles that illuminate the nights
As we dance and twirl away the last of our gypsy days
We do not grieve after the things that have passed our way
For we are the children of the songs of old
Reveling …rejoicing in the sheer beauty of the sound
The velvet black sky welcomes the intoxicating
Melodic sharps and flats of ageless..timeless tunes
I am the acquired taste in the bold, hardy wines and cheeses
That together with the music feed and nourish the soul

I am from the many phases of my moods
That lead me down the winding roads of discovery
To uncover the person that lies secretly within…ever changing
And deciding what will one day become of me
I am from late nights filled with laughter
Shared with the ones who kept their pinky promises
I am from the many late night adventures
During those years of self discovery..
The sometimes turbulent, crazy escapades that
Shaped and molded us during our coming-of-age years

I am from the little things that catch my eye
The many paintings lining the docks
Each colour vying for the attention of the passerby
As I stand on the side, taking it all in
I am from the bike rides into the country side
And finding myself in the middle of the street realizing
That I stand in the same place of ten years before
These are the moments that I will remember
With the same intensity ten years from now
I am from the white mountain side
Carving through the snow
I am above all that awaits me below
Each second that I leave behind is a resonance of the past

I am from the words that I speak
Into which I pour all of my integrity
The very essence of me
But if only such a word existed
And I could tell of all the things
That I am and wish to be
If only the passages and text could swallow me whole
And I could slip into the mind of all who wish to know
I am from this infinite rhythm that encompasses me
The harmonious melding of the soundtrack in my mind
And the glorious notes that play the songs from my heart
I am from all the words that I know

The Journey of I

Trish Cooper

Bloomington, United States

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