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.
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.
Walking by the winding sea,
My self-consciousness blinded by meditation,
I can feel the movement of time
Lapping ineffectually against my soul.
I walked through a bewinged night,
Darkness thawing my homesickness.
I bowed to the frozen ground,
Collecting icicled twigs to fence in
My pumping Light.
What secrets the soul contains …
What map to Eternity …
What pain my heart is to endure?
What recipe to conjure Light
Out of nothing but a humble dream …
