9/18/2021 – autumn ease

Like swaying trees the drying grasses
Quiver in the breeze
As crisper air upon the wind
Fills me with autumn ease

Here I stand at the brink

Here I stand at the brink
Of something greater
Something brighter
Than me

Here I stand at the precipice
Wanting to jump
Needing to

Here I stand before all
All that lies ahead
Not ahead of that behind

Now all I must do
Is leap

To feel tools in hand
To shape the earth and upon’t
That is a true bliss

In my dreams there is
A world beyond the waking
One with new places
That rhyme with old

In my dreams there is
Calm
Peace, far as I can see
Where laughter reigns

In my dreams there is
Sweet, sweet silence

Like lightning bugs creative sparks
Flit through my waking mind
They spin and jump and leave their marks
For me to seek and find

I only wish they’d choose a time
When I could delve so deep
It’s troublesome they write and rhyme
As I’m trying to sleep!

The sky turns to green
As far-off thunder rumbles
And rain starts to fall

Quiet do the songs
Of those who’ve passed play for us
Loud are the living

So swiftly do the pages turn
‘Neath young, impatient hands

There is music there
Hiding in your mind’s corners
Waiting to be heard

There is a box
Just outside reach
In the deepest recesses of space

In the box lie secrets
Wisdom
The truth of the foundations of the universe

The box is latched
Locked
The key, lost

And the knowledge within
Unknowable

But at least there is a box