Like Gold Dust on the sea

Like Gold Dust on the sea
Or darkling voices in the rain
The pulse of a dream
Echoes its rhythmic refrain
In the morning hour.
And every wildwood,
Every scattered spirit-bloom
Whose voice was silent,
Hum with leaves in untrodden ways.
And lyrics from shadows
Who seldom shine
Unwrap the distance from sober grays
And write in pools of lucent gloom
The response to the night’s yielding strain:
An immortal dream glimmering
Like a mirrored eternity of sky
In the spirit-hollows
Of your slowly waking mind.

When your words are voiceless

When your words are voiceless
And your soul is alone.
When all your dreams
Have long ago flown.
Hope is the sunrise
Tied to the earth
With strings of twilight
Is the day being birthed.

For the breath of life
Is not to find, but to seek
In Woodways, in mornings,
What you release
You will keep.

Earth’s music spills secrets
To those who can sing
Their soul-song, their heart-tune
And let it fly with the wind
To frost-crest the night
Or to bring about Spring.

The search is the hope
And dreams are the sea
Sailing in wind-still,
Not to find, but to seek.