I see you

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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It is in the high places and wild spaces I see you.

There I hear your laughter echo in the hills,

Dancing on the mist, a will o’ the wisp with joyous grace,

Challenging the wind to chase you

And kiss your face.

I see you on the seashore, running through the waves

Barefoot in a winter sea, being a child because you can,

Leaving your cares abandoned at the water’s edge

Discarded like the shoes you left

Behind you on the sand.

I see you walking underneath the winter trees,

Leaving footprints in the sodden emerald moss

Frozen, fragile glass beneath your feet

As you speak of life and memory

And I watch you change.

I find you in the winter land, in snowy silence.

As a year turns, graced with tears that know no grief

And time falls from your face, forgotten trace

Of another past. I watch…

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I am not old . . . I am the fullness of existing



I am not old
I am rare
I am the standing ovation
At the end of a play
I am the retrospective
Of my life as art
I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense

I am the fullness of existing

You think I’m waiting to die..
But I’m waiting to be found
I am a treasure.
I am a map.
And these wrinkles
Are the imprint of my journey
Ask me anything

“I Am Not Old”

~ Samantha Reynolds

artist ~ RC Gorman
Text & image source: Woman https://web.facebook.com/fbpagewoman/

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