ear to Endymion

Oh, to remember such 
unspoiled kinship with the divine, 
where even the wind was a companion 
and silence spoke in full sentences. 

Perhaps this poem isn’t just 
a backward glance but a gentle invitation-
to return, not in time, but in spirit, 
to that meadow of soulfulness 
where love was once our native tongue. 

Some part of us still listens 
to the rustling leaves, hoping 
the gods haven’t stopped calling.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Frederick, what a gentle, beautiful poem! It really speaks to me: oh, to remember such unspoiled kinship with the divine. That meadow of soulfulness where love was one our native tongue.

Absolutely lovely and so well written. It touched me deeply. MSB

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks, MSB; I was feeling that there would be specific readers that this would resonate with. So grateful that you let me know. 🙏🏻🕊
Freds