it sits with me
most nights til dawn
awake before the worry
stills my eager drum
lest I would go
empty to the breaking
lost myself within
visions come without a word
to say

in keeping for the moment
let the ego sleep –
carved to truth
against the sunlit page
curls and tiny crosses –
names rewritten twice
– speak
o please don’t tell me
how it goes

as I am one
of mysteries –
dark – these eyes of soul
chalice where tomorrow’s trust
is stored
verse and line to enter in –
psalms to raise the sun
flowers without fail
another bud

alone in this –
a silent bliss
quiet filled with love –
tho somewhere in the distance
I can hear
laughter ringing (echoes)
children skipping stones

– so faraway
yet here I am
to touch