BACK AT MY OWN BLUEBERRY HILL / Poem by Joanna Svensson

 
BACK AT MY OWN BLUEBERRY HILL
 
And so I’m back again
Lead by invisible hands
To an old blueberry hill
 
A hill that still remembers
The days of my wonderful youth
When time seemed to have stopped
And all the clocks in the world
Seemed to hold their breath
 
Where the mirror of time did show me
An eternal road of light
An eternal road to walk upon
To meet my future bright
 
Where the mirror of time did reach out
Its wide and caring arms to me
Where silence whispered: All is yours,
If you just choose this road!
 
Now many years have passed
But I still remember all too well
The day when silence whispered
That everything was mine
If I just chose that road
 
And so I’m back again
At my own blueberry hill
I did choose the eternal road of light
And I don’t regret a thing!
 
©® Joanna Svensson

 

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