What we seek
in days gone by
are words
of ways and means
This brief moment
stands at once
within our nights
and dreams
Dew drops glisten
as days will rise
from underneath
the sun
Foot falls heard
across a plain
Where life
has learned
to run
Far from where
the thought
took form
within a sacred
reason
Unfolds its life
as breath
and scent
come into love’s
new season
grandfathersky 
And so it begins…in the house of the rising sun. Wonderful words! ♥