Have I not walked
Trodden upon the unbroken ground
For such distances
As to seem
Endless?
Have I not heard
The sounds of every end of the earth
Such symphonies
As to seem
Boundless?
Would that I had not felt
The gnawing pain of a thousand lifetimes
Such agony
As to seem
Enough for one man
But perhaps
None can be
Without the others
I sit in wonder
At the frequencies humming
That make such music
With ev’ry passing year
We find more hairs of grey
And shorter grows each day
Or so I often hear
But oft comes wisdom, too
If we can seek it out
And learn to turn about
From that which is untrue
What brightness shines in me
Is matched in the shadowed depths
For one cannot be
Without the other
I beheld the gate
Its ageless stone and thick vines
Guarding bright wonders
What force upon this misbegotten ground–
Chock full of metals foreign to its soil–
Could bring it from a haunted burial ground
Back to its verdant days, with naught but toil?
I can hear a distant melody
Whispering on the wind
From lands far past the horizon
Telling stories of places
And peoples
And wonders
I have not yet known
Little do I know
Of the world beyond my own
But I can yet learn
I have but to breathe and plant my feet
To sense the steady earth beneath my toes
Look up toward the sky which I will meet
Reach for it with my hands and eyes and nose
And leap
Without this sweet song
Playing soft notes in my head
I could scarcely breathe
A Poem A Day 