There will come a day
When we will hear all the grasses sing
And see all the paints upon a bright world
There will come a day
When we will feel the stories underfoot
And know by name the voices on the wind
And when that day comes
I will hold you
And you me
And we will walk as stars across the sky
Dawn breaks
And the birds awaken
And the boughs creak
‘Neath the wind
As the last frost melts
I will harvest what grew
From the seeds
Deep in my soul
Embraced in the cold
Guided through the storms
And if the stars will it
Emerge unbitten by that frost
A wiser thing
Than I was before
The grey winter
Tightens its unseen grip
Silently
Wordlessly
Enveloping all around
Until such a time
As the emergence of the sun
Would go unrecognized
Bring that brightest starlight
That it might light the way
Toward a better future
That when the stars at last can see us
They are pleased
For what do I fret
When such riches lay at my feet?
The warmth of a fire,
The smells of a hot meal,
The noises of the beasts
And the words of a lover?
For what do I fret
When all I need, I have?
I have but one desire
Alas that it is not mine to keep
For I make not the winds
Nor the streams
That will carry you
I make not the destinies
That the Fates
Have written for us
Yet still I shall hold to you
For there is none else in the world
For me
Like a great standing stone
Is the wise man
Is the great man
Within me
Like the timbers
Of a ship’s hull
He braves seas
He braves storms
Yet so like the wind
Is that wise man
Is that great man
Within me
Who is ever-present
Yet ungraspable
One moment there
Then gone
Rise not gently
At the dawn
To look is not to see
To hear is not to listen
To sense is not to know
Nor is to speak, to speak wisdom
A Poem A Day 