Staff, raft, wall, or meal
Endless its purposes seem
Like its skyward reach
Staff, raft, wall, or meal
Endless its purposes seem
Like its skyward reach
The sky breathes warm wind
O’er the cold, colorless ground
Life rises once more
A spark alights
In my mind’s eye
Of places unreal, uncreated
And that spark
Flickers into flame
As the skies and earth take shape
Ah, and those within
That world
I know their hearts
Surer than I know my own
The evening’s gone so quiet now
There’s no sound in the world
And so my mind’s consumed with how
Your hand in mine is curled
Your eyes are shut, and so your hand
Is still and calm and soft
All troubles of the day are banned
From you; your heart’s aloft
A whisper deadens
Fades before it can be heard
Over the fresh snow
I dream of a place
Free of greed’s viselike grasp
Where the rivers run wide, wild, and true
Where joy flies apace
Toward he who but asks
And more than all, all there is you
A fair and pristine desert
Of cool white
Fair skies overhead
Cannot end the mind’s fierce storm
But they can calm it
The trees stand tall and proud as if
They stand guard o’er the land
The mountains rise and scrape the sky
Wrought by a heav’nly hand
And as the river winds its way
Through hill and plain and stone
It sings a low, eternal song
Of air and earth and bone
With naught but stars overhead
The way is dark
But not lonely