I can but be what I’ve in me to be
And yet such promise can feel unfulfilled
If I cannot listen when I am stilled
To that which could make me a better me

I was bewitched beneath the starry sky
By all the ancient stories reaching me
From places so unfathomably high
Their whispers along Time are all we see

I ache for all the times and places where
The world is not so fast, not so cruel
Where I could breathe the pure and untouched air
The earth not yet undone by kings and fools

I owe you two again!

Untrusting of the molded walls of man
I walk amidst the tall, unspeaking trees
And in the quiet find song louder than
All choirs and bells that ride upon the breeze

I long for little more than to lie down
Amidst the whistling grasses ‘neath the sun
Hidden from every ear and prying eye
Where I can watch and hear and smell and be

The busyness of business wears on me
Its promises all fail to set me free

I yearn for things beyond my time and place
Where wonder marked the mind of every man
Where stars and oceans made the great unknown
Horizons each a promise of beyond