I saw you walking in the sun.
Your smile, a sign of innocence,
Reminded me of how you’d run
Into the fields with me to play
In childhood days when we were small.
I felt such joy wash over me
With all those games I now recall.
I’ve seen how life can intervene
And turn like seasons over time
‘Til silent voices cease to speak
Except in empty bits of rhyme.
But rhymes aren’t always empty words.
Sometimes their richness runs so deep
That echoes drop like skipping stones
Into the pool of restless sleep.
© 2013 Pam H. Murray
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