I walked on
Alone
Brushing the frosted wheat stalks
with my fingertips,
And my foot steps fell silently
As sound was
Absorbed by the moonlight.
Into the mystic mist i did disperse my thoughts
And the veil I became..
I walked on
Alone
Brushing the frosted wheat stalks
with my fingertips,
And my foot steps fell silently
As sound was
Absorbed by the moonlight.
Into the mystic mist i did disperse my thoughts
And the veil I became..
You are the moon and the sun;
The particles in between.
The heat and the cool,
The push and the pull.
All that has come undone
And now bursts forth within me.
You are the
Heart of it all.
Caught between gazing at
Campfire
And stars.
Mesmerized.
Coyotes out in the beyond,
Their chorus echoing
In this
Clear night air.
The moon is hiding her glow behind
The mountain.
Neither here nor there;
I am most certainly under a spell.
You are the moon
And the the stars and
The air in between that touches me,
That fills me and empties me;
The gravity and the lack thereof,
Everywhere
And all the time.
Pulling me, freeing me.
My lungs, my heart, my mind and skin
Crave and weep.
Bliss. Rhapsody.
I want more.
She sighs softly.
Don’t give up on me.
Don’t give up on me.
I have been fire, I have been ice.
I have been everything in-between.
I’ve been the sun, I’ve been the moon.
All of those times I have felt insane.
I have been alone in the crowd. I have been alone with myself.
I have felt alive in the crowd.
I have felt alive on my own.
I have been the instruments and the voice;
The noise itself.
I have been silence. Nothing but silence.
And I have caught myself when I have fallen.
Don’t give up on me.
They chase the moon
Or the sun
Or someone.
She chases blooming flowers.
It is late.
The falling moonlight has gone to my
Heart.
The wine has gone to my
Head.
No fault but mine.
I lick the salt on my lips which
The air has placed there; sea spray.
Another night on the
Italian coast.
The waves lap at my feet as I
Sit here on the rocks.
It is not my fault,
This calling.
Primal.
Always calling.
My mind does not comprehend
So I close my eyes and listen.
Tears on the back of my hand.
Joy.
Solitude.
And I fight my longing desire to stay.
My very atoms scattering in the wind.
The deepness of me,
Soul fathoms spinning.
Grabbing.
Pulling.
I am here yet I have never been here.
Everywhere lingers in my hair.
I have seen the moon and the sun outside my
Window.
The same moon and sun which have followed
Me since
My arrival.
Throughout my life on many continents,
They have been
In the same big sky
Watching over me.
Sometimes they whisper,
“From here you look so beautiful,
So tiny.
Why do you continue to
Believe your
Problems are so big
And your beauty so small?”
Many moons
And suns have come and gone
Since you embarked on this journey.
Your feet light with
Anticipation
When you took your first steps
Now have become heavy
With
Impatience and doubt.
Remember your heart.
Remember your heart beating.
Remember the blood coursing through your veins.
Such life. Such beauty.
The moon and sun are still there with you and
They will not give up.
You will not give up.
Remember your heart.
Remember your heart beating,
And open your eyes.
Open them fully.
Breathe many breaths.
Open your eyes.
See.
Truly you know, if you wish,
You can fly.
You are my deepest dream
Set free on a harvest moon.
I sang my song
And you came
Along at once.
You joined me,
Dancing in fields of blue.