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' Beyond the Telegraph Road ' ― a poem in memoriam of the love of friends, brothers & promises ...

#***" Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend." - Albert Camus***                  ~              ~               ~     The telegraph road circled through the foothills, rising towards the majestic mountain high It’s been a long and twisting passage soon forgotten, with the pavement abruptly dead ending,   just below the timberline The dawning blue heavens look so much closer now Just a step away from standing within reach                                   The birds uplifted on the telegraph wire rest atop me; perched on the final material traces disregarded by a digital world My awakening soul is ascending beyond the distant alpine meadow horizon   At the threshold of an untrodden wilderness wonderland, climbing up above the meandering clouds It’s exhilarating to look back and know there is no turning back around; I’ve never been higher and can never get back down What unknown frontier lies in wait before me now? Just on the other side of the impossible dream? The last step forward to find the next step beyond the bounds There is not that much that changes, when we just repeat the same old song The atmosphere’s thin air leaves me gasping for wings Like dust and ashes free to soar with the tempest breeze If only time would sever these loathsome ties that bind The ones that enchain the weight of this load unto me While understanding the pace to a long journey’s rhythm The only barometer you have to trust is in your heart Adaptation is at the core of freedom's survival But it feels almost like running away   I have felt the fear of falling with nothing left to lose I’ve climbed as far as flesh and bones can reach I've come this far always feeling subtly afraid It has been a great distance back from the beginning; knowing I must take these last steps alone. Understanding it was love that brought me here Naturally tugs at the spirit in my soul encouraging me on I'll keep searching for the shining light of guidance Listening for a voice that softly beckons me home... written by:    harlon rivers ... May 24th, 2013
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For You?
Written by
harlon-rivers
M / Edge of the woods
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May 28, 2018
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Authors notes: a prose prologue;

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2528189/beyond-majestic-boundsa-prose-prologue-to-beyond-the-telegraph-road/

5/26/2013 Edited to delete the back story:    ...thank you for reading.

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