"Footsteps Softly Echo..."A Poem by ChrisWho we are...“Footsteps Softly Echo…”
Footsteps softly echo at every pause I take… cause I wander - day and night and in the silence wake eyes and souls oft’ lost within “moments” they’ve only known and let an other come to know they really aren’t alone.
I’ve walked so many cobblestone paths, sat seawalls watching sand - as waves walked in and firepits gleamed - and just shadows held my hands.
Then gone and walked so far again up gangways, ramps and stairs - and down to tread ‘long old, worn trails, through graveled hells …uncared.
I’ve wondered cliffs and glacial ice, stared from battlement walls. Shared coffee IN Nor’easter’s thrall, and ocean’s tease… and walked ceilings without pause.
I’ve wandered nights’ mares daymares too - some might just survive… listened and dreamed and gently wished as tears just leaked anew.
I know the streets up close and real the cold and heat …and damp. I know the dark near just as well… the sounds of pain and loss and fear. And fingertips reaching …reaching reaching so hard and far… and falling back.
I’ve shared their “night” and listened close those “lost” voices fill my soul. Shared the softest smiles I’d ever known… and gentle touch… and had to let them go.
But I heard them - I listened… I DID… Each and every one.
This world is tied together. Every breath is shared. Eyes see who they want to see… and miss the rest.
I wandered ‘long the roadways to sibilant concrete whispers as tires rolled on-and-on-and-on ‘til living minds’ oblivions were all that called.
I’ve sat among so many, many voices Café’s worldwide… quite for real too and been ignored to non-existence for being me… and yet somehow taken untold minutes - shared stars and hopes, even last “moments” …quite a few held tight - and dear.
That’s what we Poets do.
Chris, Ancient11733© 2020 ChrisAuthor's Note
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