If oft I seek to shape another’s heart
How can I look within to alter mine?
If oft I seek to shape another’s heart
How can I look within to alter mine?
If my mind so often wanders
And my heart is ever gone
If my soul wishes for distant shores
And my feet turn ‘way to there
Am I even here?
In quiet does the thawing earth
Speak truths from tongues of green to me
In loudness does it sing its mirth:
Life’s bright and free cacophony
Let the quiet moments go
And bring on the loud
If only for a day
To know
To hear
To see
To feel
All that the music might bring you
Let bluest moonlight show the way
The one I might in wisdom take
If not yesterday then today
So that a sage choice I can make
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