of the stories I could tell
would you believe them every one
or worry for my senses –
direction in the dark

of things I’ve known
would love be lost –
to places I remember
as shadows worn by wings
an early moon

silence bids
a kingdom come
of ancient oak and cypress –
whistling of rivers
tipping softly out the sea

as fiddles played
of crickets cradled
safe against the morning
born to love
each new refrain –
will dance away with me

as more than one
to sorrows sworn
broken souls forsaken –
as roses blooming
neath the steps
were essence to ascend

til quiet now
these ages pass
moments of forever
was no one left to wonder
who would keep
the lantern lit

lullabies
without a sound
stream when nights grow longer
would e’er these truths
be written down –
beyond this veil of sight

have you love
for knowing –
worlds fulfilled by grace –
mysteries unfolding
sometimes I barely sleep

waters rise
above the bank
glories mate with starling –
destinies revealing us
as light to autumn skies

beyond the reasons
I could tell –
another prophet listens
as each divine remembrance
awakes anew within