Spaces In Between

In this land where mountians tower highAnd echoes wander slowly through the dayI stand alone forever in JulyAnd listen to the passing disarray

Whispers I can hear beneath the breezeSoftly, as the sound of falling snowCursing as they pass the faded treesTo change the way the stoic currents blow

So all that falls beneath may rise anewTo places long forgotten and unseenAnd beauty that before was out of viewWill fill the longing spaces in between