Gasping from my lofty climb
I search for shadows left behind
The ghosts of journeys once so strong
how can it be
they’re so far gone
In this forlorn solitude
my spirit aches to be renewed
to share the path of life again
to walk beside a noble friend
tio stib
2015, 2025
Steve, I got my copy of The Resurrection. Beautiful cover and I remember how the story opens – now I’ll enjoy how it ends. Thanks. Jim
“shadows left behind” – that’s heartbreaking.
I feel this.
That “forlorn solitude” is a heavy climb, for sure. Hopefully, the act of poetry can get us part-way to a new summit.