I am the multitudes
With nothing between us all
And nothing to divide
And nothing to remain
when we are gone
I am little more than the stardust in you
I am the multitudes
With nothing between us all
And nothing to divide
And nothing to remain
when we are gone
I am little more than the stardust in you
Lend me an ear one moment now
That I might share a tale
Sit here here beside me on this bough
Our begging, story-starved hearts let prevail
I cannot but hope
That in the noise
In the shouting
In the cacophonous din
of hateful words
A silence might slither
Like a garter through the grasses
I’ve walked amongst a million trees
And heard a thousand tongues
And still my heart yearns for yet more
That I might walk and speak for centuries
Let us rest a while
Forget the winds
And the fires
And the rains
And the snows
And the frosts
And the grey
All the quaking
And the blowing
And the yelling
And the fighting
And all the things outside us
Let us rest a while
You
And me
For a moment
You
And me
And nothing else
Did ever I decide upon this path?
Not just this step, but all the ones before?
Did ever I put down in ink the way
I walked and turned to come to here and now?
In darkness do I ever find
The brightest shards of stars
Deep in the woods
My mind wanders
Beneath the dry leaves underfoot
Beneath the roots knotting
Beneath the critters crawling
Beneath the rains seeping
Beneath the very bedrock
Upon which it all stands
And there under the life I know
I find a life I do not
One of centuries
Millennia
Eons
But still I recognize
And see in that stony face
My own
You are a mem’ry, yet you are
Not gone, here lost only to sight
Shining bright as the northern star
When we peek past trees to your light
Your warmth is near as the hearth fire
Your rhythm plays in ev’ry breeze
Your boundless love do we aspire
To give with such unhindered ease
Stay close beside us for a while
Though there’s much we can share no more
Let’s share one more laugh, one more smile
One moment like it was before
The high boughs creak beneath the snow
As wind chimes in the twigs
Once more the northern reaches blow
And freeze the early sprigs