a meeting amongst golden hills

jfs5-10-10jfs5-10-10 Posts: 326
edited March 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Aging man.
Feels like a cold rainy day.
Last slept 4 months ago.
Sits out on the porch. Reads the paper.
Doesn't talk to his neighbors.
Five miles away.
Each side.
Rolling golden countryside.
What a perfect place to die.
Lack of sleep makes it feel like
A neverending dream.
He has his own beliefs.
Laughs when others bring their own to his door.
Tells them about life.
Sounds like he had a good one.
I met him when I had to deliver
His first and only letter.
From a long lost friend.
He shook my hand.
Invited me inside.
He says young man don't let it get away.
I'll never forget that day.
When he took the rain

And made it go away.
<b>Your light's reflected now,... reflected from afar...
We were but stones,... your light made us stars</b>

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