STORIES

Allow the words and times
the stories of our days
to slip over smooth stones
on a gentle slope.
Easy easy easy
Breathe the moments in between.
Caress and melt away
as the stream washes and kisses the shore.
Journey to the far lands
and return
to find an open door
a soul to perch beside upon a high
hill at eventide
and look far in every
direction.

© Joan Barton, 1997

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