Ever Rest
I stand upon a mountaintop,
and I yell out my name.
All I hear in reply is an echo.
The voice that comes back to me,
whispers upon the mountain’s breeze.
Its words sound hauntingly hollow.
But I cannot stop myself,
I continue to talk my twin in reply.
Telling her of my sorrow.
Her whispered words come to me,
reflecting upon my feelings.
In her voice I wallow.
But at least she is my friend,
Everest and her rocky minions.
Giving me a path to follow.
(Silence Listens)
poem by Dale Mullock
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