I walk by the colored lights
And the polished brass of bells
As songs ring out
And voices chatter
Happily
And I wonder at
The ghosts in the room
Of times
Of people
Of songs
Of stories
Long gone
And I wonder at
Which ghosts I’m listening to
I walk by the colored lights
And the polished brass of bells
As songs ring out
And voices chatter
Happily
And I wonder at
The ghosts in the room
Of times
Of people
Of songs
Of stories
Long gone
And I wonder at
Which ghosts I’m listening to
Is this the life you saw with me
Those many years ago?
A star glowed brightly
So I followed, knowing not
Where the star might lead
I’ve often seen in visions what
Another time could be
On someone else’s life looked, but
That someone else was me
It is a strange and curious thing
To so know something false
As strands of time unpasséd sing
As strongly as your pulse
In the deepness
Of a moment
I find multitudes
Of stars:
Knowledge
Wonder
Fury
Calm
Wisdom
Innocence
Dullest grey and brilliant light
Pervade my senses
Each not without the other
And I with both
All’s quiet here now
At night, in the fire’s calm heat
As we breathe and slow
I walked into a clouded place
Amidst a sunless sky
Away from time, away from space
Flying both low and high
It was a place of in-between
No edges and no floor
A place meant to go e’er unseen
Not so much as a door
Yet still I found myself in there
Parted from earthly bonds
Breathing something I won’t call air
Standing in misted ponds
And soon as I looked ’round, I stepped
Again through my mind’s door
From a place I found as I slept
That made me want for more
Bring me a mountain
Lined with rivers and green trees
What a place to lie
Gleaming dewdrops
Frozen by December’s chill
Sparkling under the sunrise
In the briefest moment
Before they return
To the earth
In winters long and ever chilled
I long for sunlight’s heat
On some beach sandcastles I’ll build
In sand bury my feet