Roula pollard
ALONG THE WAY TO THE SUMMER, THE SPRING
On the mountaintops of hope
in the vastness
of eucalyptus trees
on the trunks, the branches of
the future
on ethereal olive trees of the
dawn
On the song of the wind
scented by cypress trees
on the trees of the soul
on the departure of the autumn
spread over age-long trees
on the continent of life
On the staircases of light
on village house rooftops’ hope
on mountainous footpaths of
history
on the rocky extensions of the
heart
on the memory of a past love
affair
in the warmth of ocean currents
In a future caress
on the kiss of the day
on the morning love affair of
the sky
on the expected existence
of the future
of the future
On yet unexplored ancient sites
at the spring of the truth
on the earth of the body
precisely at the center of
balance
alive upon the earth
I find you powerful
alive upon the earth
I find you powerful
I discover you at your source
in the deep ocean of the heart
Freedom.
(C) Roula Pollard
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