I Listened

I placed my hands

upon his skin

tenderly,

though it was old

and tough,

and very

wrinkled.

He towered over me,

immense.

I stood

quietly,

my eyes

closed,

and I

listened.

He had called

to me.

Called me

over,

so I felt him,

and I

listened,

and he

sighed,

ancient.

He told me

of the

changes

he had seen.

Though he’d

never traveled.

He felt

wise, and

solid,

yet he

quivered,

content that

someone

had stopped,

and not passed

him by.

So, I

listened,

and he spoke

of songs

sung

for a hundred

years

or more.

I love you,

I breathed,

and I know,

he would have

hugged me back,

if he could.

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2 comments on “I Listened

  1. ravenstooth says:

    A true vision like laughter
    Like fear, like force
    Non to be sought there after
    Like a tree’s true course.

    Very nice one!!!!

  2. ejalvey says:

    Thank you, Ravenstooth.

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