{ pathetic.org }

Come with Me

by Matthew Zangen

When we get there,
all the desperate myths
we chased like sunsets
will shrink from the revel
rolling from our peaks
like a kiss; our glaciers will
churn and roar in their fall;
daring into the wind
in lofty passage, we will ride ourselves
like sleds, blaring our names
through the doubts of limbs;
we will warm our well-worn pallor
in the brilliance of our tender valley,
and when we get there, we'll climb again.


Posted on 03/06/2019
Copyright © 2022 Matthew Zangen

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/16/19 at 03:39 PM

Matthew, what a pleasure to read a poet whose imagination falls from the heights into the rich valley of these pages to awaken and startle us readers. Your words unleash my imagination and my hope, for I find myself in that tender valley again beginning a climb to a destination I can't even envisage. Thanks so much.

Return to the Previous Page

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2022 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)