Strings

William Garza said:

Gathered tall
Cathedral spectre calls
Mind has gone to be lost in time

Started a poem? then of a sudden...
Santiago pulled the heartstrings
Hard.

Missing a place ive never been
Missing a brother and sisterhood that has never been
Missing a walk
Missing a talk

Its like a voice
A song
Remnant of the waking dream

Straining my ears to make out the words
Hoping i dont miss any
Yet my head turns towards
Santiago.

Who knew that strings could stretch so far
Be loose
Then taught again

I am not envious of those who have gone before
I am gratefull for the steps onward before me

I pray i will get there before summers ends
With the grey hair and legs that dont bend

Before winters icy wings
Bring chill and pain,worry and ache

Before the limbs grow brittle and roots grown cold
Turn shriveled and little

Before summers sun ceases to warm
Before I...
Cannot weather the storms

Before courage that fails
And life becomes tales
Told among old men

Will the strings
Will the strings still be pulled then.

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