There is always flowing a way to ourselves the nature of being like wings on the wind Reminder of entries into the world where silence forgives the questions beyond A day in our dwelling left lost in the light
If I can’t find myself could I ever find love Is there a space and a time an Alcyone sunset Beyond the Valles Marineris Soulfully wandering into a dream Nothing is left to define For all we’ve forgot is divine The heart becomes etched in sacred reflections of life Yesterdays colors living forever as Polaris and Crux came to see A silver moon rising out in the blue Uncovering all we ever have been
echoes in lost canyons music of the spheres living calls a song ears touched by the feeling longing to be heard a voice on the wind will wait forever to share this mystery always love has been yet still hearts are stolen night is broken dreams forgotten no matter the appearance forests are more than trees roses more than color more than scent what slipped through the cracks in shattered dreams returns to us by the light a rhapsody in teardrops notes written in stardust on our hearts
Wasn’t it thunder woke the child On a storm shaken night in the wood After flashes of fear cast its shadows Flashed on rain splattered windows (Alone)
Voices call crying asking for answers Turnings are hollow and filled with remorse Footfalls seem strangely awakened before All of the memories scuttled and falling (Teardrops)
Reverberations remaining bring shivers to bone Reflections of summer’s tides ebb to the sea Reason recalling the shadows and light Recanting the proof found written in clay (Resounding)
Is there another place to call home Not an hour or minute left to spare the remorse Seasons return as a gift out of time Borne on the voices heard by the wind (Listen)
We are the wind as are the pines breathing the light casting shadows on the life they leave beneath them as if forgiveness falls with every needle into a blanket of love nurturing new earth outside of time knowing no ebb of the seasons only whispers and rhythms of boughs singing in the wind her roots rising through grace to touch the sky
This thing
following me everywhere
I go running
and still it haunts
My every move
Even in clouds
On rain splattered
streets
I am haunted
By this fellow
Darkness in the light
of the moon
Unveils
the source
of my fears
To be transparent
Would allow
Too much
for the world
to see
Myself could not
remain
Should the light
pass through
Revealing my all!