Northern memories
The lucid lights of northern skies
With deep vast forests far below
Their rivers cloaked in pale blue ice
Where wolverines dance in the snow
Watched silently by mountain steep
On which the moon lies fast asleep
The secret of their mysteries
I cannot reach
The greener grass of summers gone
Which tiny feet would tread upon
Their songs of sorrow still unsung
Where siblings danced in foggy fields
Watched lovingly by elderlies
In which their trust yet lied deep
The memory of their dreams
I cannot reach
The concrete walls of city blocks
With great grey masses right below
Their streets lay cloaked in solid rock
Where people through each other plow
Watched cautiously by camera eye
Until their time has come to die
The mundanity of our lives
I can reach
Poetry by Tim Ohman
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2013-08-22 at 05:10
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