I have sent my faith to pasture
In fields of feathered snow.
I have fed my longing dawn lights
Of tomorrows yet to come.
But my hope in humble prayer
Bends with the setting sun,
Too steeply the day is falling,
So thirsty the night has become.
Walking down a Forest path,
My heart start to grow roots,
My Soul spans out
Butterfly wings.
And I flutter undecidedly
Between Heaven and Earth.
And I expect I will keep at this dance
Until the beating of my Heart
Will be the beating of wings
And my roots will learn
To grow upside down.
It is you
Enlarging my hope,
Delivering a perfect path,
And coloring the prints
That one day
Will succeed my life.
It has always been you.
Upon your heart, that is lifted into dreams
And fenced in by fears, I promise:
A love extended beyond the winter’s horizon,
A sorrow to deliver beauty,
And a portion of my own breath
To exalt the night to holy communion
With the stillest and most evanescent,
Bewinged Light.
Love brings me forth,
Enlightening the nocturnal sea,
Lining the expanse of the horizon
That always seems to be ahead of me.
My soul is my strength in whom I will trust;
The presence of Eternity that will compass my steps,
Always navigating darkness under my feet.
The summer is past,
The days of sun is over and gone.
But lights appear on the earth
Against the darkening leaves.
The time of quiet light has come,
When it is you and I who are to scatter
The night sky with hope.
Arise, dear soul and find your place
In the constellation of your generation.
Sound your truth without fear,
For the night is there to help you shine,
Not to ravish your warmth.
Remember, it is only the sun
That turns your steps over to shadows.
You alone are a company of armies
Marching to the beat of a thousand hearts
That came before you.
Come now, go forth with your gentle light,
Embrace your destiny,
And roses will surely bloom
In your wake.
Your arteries seem clogged with the debris of dreams,
The ghosts of your loves are edged into your skin.
I watch your eyes on me; deserted islands sunk into a milky sea,
And I set myself on fire for you …
Flames sputtering, dependably, icy into your veins,
Like an epiphanic drug swimming in your stead.
I convert you to me …
Making you an addict to my dreams.
My mornings are crippled by your absence,
Even the sun drags her light across the sky
Lining the emptiness of those silhouettes
That survived your life.
Walking by the winding sea,
My self-consciousness blinded by meditation,
I can feel the movement of time
Lapping ineffectually against my soul.
