If I were home
And could stand again
In the blossoming
dawn of Hope,
It would fill my soul
With old-time calm
And let me once more
Hear the call
Of my full-voiced heart.
Then my dreams would lift
Away the snow
And let my life
Again begin
To grow.
In the glow of evening stars
Soul-winds lace the growing tides
And shades the dimming sky,
And as twilight ripens
We forget the worries of the past.
And hearts that burn and ache with pain
From memories that robs and steal
The peace from blessed sleep
Will set aside the toiling world
And quest anew for a love-blest day
And let hope again infuse the heart
With the sun’s boon of wonder.
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.
There are countless shadows
Tangled with the spring’s unbroken green
And you are the light-stemmed ripple,
The sway that unties dreams,
Without the strive or turmoil
But with the weariness of heart
Your thirst remains unkindled
Yet the rain is never far.
It lashes the restless beauty,
But the world cares only for stars.
So chasers walk by the edge of day
Refusing to sip the night,
While divers swim through the darkest skies
To speak for those whose lips are dry
And bear storms to feed the unseen light.
Here, unseen by mocking eyes, you hide.
Wrapped in leaves of solitude
And crowned by the blackest night.
With a heart of thornless roses
You quietly stand by
While the world is quenched
By starlight
Caught by the petals
of your eyes.
Yet, the drinkers will never know
That it was you
Who gave birth to their sunrise.
A dreamy calm falls upon
Unfilled breaths of life
As the future is a quiet hush
Before a fast oncoming night.
My tired mind, like a grassless field
Grows dim in twilight’s solitude
And finally the stars can bear
My Heart-Light into view.
Across the fading landscape
Of tomorrow’s toiling sea
Drifts the alluring horizon
But I ignore the tailwind breeze
And fold away my weary sails
And trust in life’s simplicity.
Today I walk in the footsteps
of my own truth
And in spite of the sunshine
Of my careless youth
I can still hear the autumn
Singing.
For tucked underneath
My summertime wings
Grows the seed
Tomorrow’s bringing.
A bloom I paid so dearly for
With rainy nights and pleads
Of snowfall
Weaved into a crown
Of gold and russet leaves
Bearing the name of
Authenticity.
