All in my heart,
The ancient tree, and the west star rising,
The road and the journey,
And I wonder in whose eyes this time.
One by one I memorize,
The call and response,
To shuffle the clouds,
And another way to enter,
The childs resonance,
Memory with a rhythm of its own,
Silky moonlight,
Rain from the gathering,
Of all that could be held,
And a warm voice,
A delicate ghost in the window,
Until I am forced to make a choice,
to pull up the dancing threads,
and clear resolution,
All in my heart,
The point and horizon,
That already knows my name,
I ran for I was promised,
but I took a chance,
And left with the wind,
The only touch worth saving,
Revelation and my laughter,
Am I here yet?
Out in the desert distance,
I'm a small child,
lost in the subtlety broken in three places,
And I ran gathering gravity,
And there were only moments to speak and behold,
All in my heart,
The passion and the unstoppable,
One by one,
The red star rises,
And all in its’ moment
And speaks of it’s own,
And in the clouds I’m crying,
All in my heart
And what I left behind,
I cave and crack,
but glide smoothly,
And watch out I repeat,
I leave and I leave,
And out there trials obey,
And I slung them low,
The fastest wheels and deals,
No one told me,
All in my heart
The poison and the wound,
The timed and the timeless…
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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