For You
should you find yourself outnumbered and the moon in her haste has abandoned you listen: the stars whisper their ancient light into you across the immeasurable distance a sound like the rustling of leaves when shadows surround you clicking their claws against stone ask the wind to bring memories of those who stood here before like oaks against impossibility let the certainty of loneliness fill your hollowness with strength the inevitability of silence fill you with a stainless resolve if the abyss of night engulfs you reach into the cold stream of your own light patient and unwavering wear the amulet of what you know is true and when the scaled voices around you fade there is one who will guide you
Sean Downing, poet, musician, teaches high school English and Theater Arts in Pagosa Springs, Colorado. He can often be found in his woodshop, coaxing music from odd scraps of junk, or haunting the trout streams around southwest Colorado. If you see him, don't tell anyone: they're probably looking to get an honest day's work out of him.
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Beautiful poem, Sean. I've felt these sensations when retreating from nightmares to my garden in the middle of the night.
this poem is so full of images, emotion and hope. so lovely. thank you, Sean