Hold me firmly to your bosom <br />Lest I’m torn by expectation – <br />I’m a sapling, roots just taken, <br />Don’t rip me out before my rain – <br />In time, we make our way to <br />Making -within our bounds of given talent – <br />To lift economies and economic clout, with <br />No measurable impact – ah, but <br />Such are aggregates, my dearest Karlton Marx – <br />If I could hear the silence <br />Of a cold, majestic mountain, <br />She would whisper softly, softly to me – <br />That the mountains never age; <br />And that living sparks will never fade <br />Until they burn their fleeting fuel <br />Of will.<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cycle/
