Amid the clatter and hustle Of this daily grind Thoughts come rushing in Jockeying for the front position. Only one thought at a time . . .
Places I've been or would like to be Things I've done or wished I hadn't. In the scope of all things It's really not that bad. So why do I feel so sad?
I take shelter in my favorite places. I steal the little solitudes of the day. Standing on the shores, sea spray on my face Footprints in the sand going nowhere A child's hand in mine.
The sound of music in my ears Stir both memories and desires To take another step And conquer one thing at a time All of my sorrows, all my fears.
Sometimes I think I hear the melody I like the dance, I take the steps. Where it takes me, Godde only knows. At least She knows. Hold on . . .
Sister Moon
(part one)
She rises slowly out of darkness Portions of light unfolding Shadows cast about the earth Announce her faithful return.
What words of wisdom Do you whisper Gently on the wind? What priceless treasure Do you offer My sister and my friend?
(part two)
Drawn not to the obvious light Of the Daytime Star Defying seemingly rational reason. Wholeness and clarity cloaked in Mystery. Enlightened laughing eyes beckon.
Moonbeams cast her shadows Dancing with abandon. Invitation offered - emancipation follows. It is still hallowed ground I stand on, Hallowed ground I dance on!
Beyond the Shadows
(part one)
Standing on the edge of everything Hoping to fly No longer fearful of falling The time for flying has come. I hear a voice, Rising up out of the shadows of darkness. Let me see Your face!
We say we don't know about tomorrow. Well, I do. Mine will hold much joy, no sorrow. 'Cause I'm through With hoping for a brighter horizon 'Cause it's here . . . Now . . . And I'm going to take it!
(Part two)
Who are You, really? I see naught but a cloudy image My deepest desire is but to touch your soul Thus releasing mine. Out on the edge the voices call. The shadows clear.
Come and take me by the hand To walk me where I have not been. Not to really walk at all - but to fly. The mists rise up cradling my feet. She whispers my name . . .
I hear it for the very first time.
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