Voices of Promise

Silent the forest
holds ten thousand tongues
Souls reach for a voice
wait for a breath

With the lovers embrace
to come and enter
their story

What cries will be heard
songs to be sung
moments and measures
in the sharps and the flats

Melodies sewn into horizons
and snowfalls hushed
without sound

The nightfall has settled
as dew in the morning
The calling of doves
will remain

A sacred reminder
of promise to be
As cottonwood drifts
on the wind

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Toward Forever

The morning sun breaks over the mountain’s peak
Before me the waters of this pond rest in stillness
Earth moves silently beneath the place where I am
A lingering cool morning mist embraces my being

Insects buzz, hovering as the sun warms the day
The calm surface ripples as a night’s hunger is filled
Waves move together as they blend and merge
Life’s constant motion, in this mirror of the sky

A soft breeze caresses my face, embracing me
in love from a distant shore, another place and time
This wind has always been and ever shall be
My breath mingles there along with ancient voices

At moon rise, the smooth surface of the water speaks
The cricket calling in the distance becomes my way
And nearly sleeping I walk upon the glassy waters
Leaving not a trace, as I wander toward forever