grant me now
this moment rare
when all the world goes mute
though somewhere I can hear
a symphony
but know I not the rhythm
or whether meant for me –
haunted by familiar melodies

of crickets on the orchard
wing`eds come to roost
stars – I know them all
(as they know me)
places on the hardwood
I could trace them (in the dark)
for times I’ve spent alone
they waited me

and worried not
the lateness of the hour
opened every window (let me be)
took me from my brokenness
swore to help me fly
kept to watch me over
in the darkest storms of life

nights I would not walk
to find myself

of all I know –
the love they keep
would never let me fall
or change the crops
from silver queen to sweet

seasons
have no purpose here
(I am always spring)
splinters worn away
in coming home