more than breath
or seconds wore –
as grace
a skirt of solace
miles beneath these dirty feet
an ancient drum implores
and I of lowly presence
can’t ignore the come to me
as winds repeat
my name
upon the sea

to wander home
and home again –
beyond these streams of living
when opened up my heart
a measure more
than e’er could be
or one could tell
of times before revealing
as words
forever carved into
a sacred memory

as morning rings
a virgin light –
around the place I tary
while somewhere else –
a path to lay me down
with evidence
of all that is –
the same as once to wonder
shall breathe as one
so easy
twilight on the dawn

mystery
of wilderness –
secrets to surround me
liars leave no trace
of something less
will e’er I be remembered
as sunlight to the meadow –
where moments of forever
sleep with me
tonight