A humming
Scratches at my ears
A sparse harmony
Long forgotten
Without beginning or end
It lingers
On dissonant tones
Yet it promises
In its quiet moments
To bring music
To alter the world
A humming
Scratches at my ears
A sparse harmony
Long forgotten
Without beginning or end
It lingers
On dissonant tones
Yet it promises
In its quiet moments
To bring music
To alter the world
I must remember
As I dream of horizons:
I want for nothing
As yellow go the leaves
And cool goes every breeze
And grey conquers the skies
I wish for summer rains
And dry heat from the south
And sun that takes the air
And makes it shimmer
My heart moves me
To listen to silent winds
To read hidden words
To learn untaught lessons
If I free my heart
From the shackles of my mind
Will I breathe at last?
When oft I walk beneath the boughs
Of those elder than I
I hope to hear the songs they sing
All while growing so high
I walk amidst shades
Specters of me
What I was
And the thousand ways
I could have been
Unburdened I walk
When I focus on the now
Deaf to the future
Free me from myself
That I might fly high
That I might touch the sky
Unshackled from my own mind
For me, I ask the wind to bring
Words from the farthest shore
The ones that clearly, brightly sing
Though I know not what for