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Missing You at 2 AM
by Tony WhitakerA cold November morning
As a din of silence sings
I sit stone still in the den
A night light casts Dali-esque
Shadows over muted walls
Serene scenes of dark sharp angles
Thoughts race to trace those
Years spent in another place
To a time where once I trekked
Ancient trails beneath her
Gray weathered face as the
Jungfrau’s frosted peaks seek
A cool sea blue sky
With each strained step to
Scale her wind-blown curls
Where eagles dare and
angels soar to speak
In peace with God
11/12/2010 Author's Note: I miss Switzerland and all the wonders that still fill my soul with a yearning burn to return.
Posted on 11/12/2010
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker
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