In the Shadow of the Blue Mountain

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 I stand in the Blue Mountain valley,

Wrapped in twilight’s velvet grace,

Where the ancient hills guard their secrets

And the night holds still around my face.


Moonlight spills silver on the sleeping earth,

Tracing quiet paths my dreams once knew;

The stars lean close with gentle whispers,

Guiding my heart with their steady hue.


The breeze carries memories on its breath,

Soft tales of days that slipped away;

It stirs my longing like a tender prayer

Rising silently into the sway of night.


My green-winged parrot rests beside me,

Its bright eyes watching the shadowed trail;

It feels the ache I try to hide,

And murmurs low, “He’s near… don’t afraid”


Mist curls softly around my feet,

Drifting like fragile hopes set free,

Climbing upward through the quiet air

As if the sky might answer me.


Time stretches deep in this sacred valley,

Each heartbeat steady, filled with grace;

For somewhere beyond these darkened trees

Love moves closer, step by step, through space.


I listen for footsteps in the hush-

A rustle woven through the night,

A breath, a whisper, something tender

Drawing slowly toward my light.


Yet still I wait beneath the endless sky,

Holding my soul with patient might;

For I believe, beyond this silver dusk,

He will walk toward me-into the light.

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