That I might walk the paths trodden
And untrodden
That I might hear the stories known
And unknown
That I might learn the truths spoken
And unspoken
That I might see the sights seen
And unseen
This is my wish
That I might walk the paths trodden
And untrodden
That I might hear the stories known
And unknown
That I might learn the truths spoken
And unspoken
That I might see the sights seen
And unseen
This is my wish
Amazed am I that with but pen and pad
I can create a place that’s never been
And visit its wide wonders in my head
As if I knew it like a childhood friend
Lately I sink
In waters
I need not
Have dived into
Let me sit in the quiet
Without a question or demand
From the world outside
Without the leading and needling
Toward things I do not need
For I need no more
Than what I already have
The blesséd morning brings a warning word
Before even the gull rises from bed
A sign to see, for it cannot be heard
When deep as blood the sky awakens red
Let breathless words define the heart’s desire;
Before the words, let not a thought pass by;
For in such unconcealéd speech breathes fire
That, once revealéd, cannot ever die
Whither must I wander
To find answers
That fate has not yet
Availed me?
As I sit surrounded
Amidst wood planks
Crackled pages
Chipping paint
Tall trees
I wonder what stories they have seen
What lives they have witnessed
All before my time
The fireplace crackles ‘gainst the new spring chill
And hot smoke billows up into the clouds
Betwixt the cold and heat I say a prayer
For fickle sun to burst the cloudy grey
There was a night some years ago
When I looked out to see
A ship sailing by my window
And calling out to me
To sail amongst the twinkling stars
Above the well-trod ground
Alas that waking often mars
A sweet dream as it’s found