Dienstag, 22. Juli 2014

lisbon poem I

i think i am here walking
the cobblestones of lisbon
counting my blessings
while the wind blue
welcomes my walk up 
down the steep hills charm me
into believing I might be just
these stairs leading up to a place
where the sun always seems to set
maybe you were a bridge 
into the light golden 
seemingly content to be a statue
solid open my heart is the lesson
walking I untangle step for step
a warmth intense it opens
my winds of life to blow their mantra
into the evening caressing every rooftop
every thought orange opening into a yearning  
purple over the river the bridge
the jesus statue the ships
walking i think i am here 

© Susanne Becker

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