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
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
Listen to snowfall The hush all around The sound of a voice Sings soft in my ears Calling days lit with wonder Fears felt between As the years Grow together Again A snow squall of memories Blanket this dream Where you are the voice Settling slowly Drifting in the wind Soft footsteps fade into the shimmering Light
Shadows growing longer into starlit frozen skies I would wait forever now is all I have to keep for musings of the heart to be the dreams return from sleep
What have we lost on this journey into being or gained without consent even wonder at the way life interceded without asking and still we hope
Prayers for healing all the while what is wasted are the words we didn’t see the light in your eyes the breath of summer wind warming the skin as if wrapped by a lover trees weeping as autumn
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!