Whispered Wanderings

after Edgar Allan Poe

Where comes no storm
and beauty lies unmarred
strength is yet unproven
like a lifeless graveyard.

Where storms have lashed
and have taken their toll
the landscape is toughened,
now infused with its soul.

And love, I find
is a little the same:
until we’ve known heartache,
just a confidence game.

I’ve walked this path
for so many years now
still waiting for someone
to truly show me how.

Lessons I’ve learned
oh so many, with time.
But who is the teacher,
who the mother of rhyme?

My heart subdued,
and quieted at last:
No longer to travel,
through the dark of the past.

klm
9/2/24