From faraway I hear the call,
whispering friendships
telling all…
Above and beyond
relaying the vibe,
coming from…
my long lost tribe.
How do I miss them?
May I count the ways…
Secrets shared on Summer Days,
Phone calls made
to share the light,
joining in laughter
late into night.
Other times, other climes,
dwelling in sadness
with a hint…
of quiet madness.
Dial the phone,
but they aren’t there…
realization sets in,
its just not fair.
Heartbreak…
leaves us prone,
silently crying,
understanding marred…
they aren’t here,
but we still are.
And when at last
we step upon
the other shore,
knowing of our death,
falls like a stone.
The sands of time,
have brought us here,
to live our lives…
to tell the tale.
For if not that…
as survival shone,
like a bright star…
to follow the path.
leading us home.
Now, here we stand
as rising tide
it does reveal
the time to ride.
We go in Peace
We go in Love
We feel the pull …
the dove appears …
to show the way,
Onward now, tis a new day.
Luna she glows
as we travel,
through the day
so we know..
the veil is lifting
to reveal,
a hidden world.
Birds twitter,
dive and dance.
Bees float…
kissing flowers
in perfect stance,
to parlay
any chance,
of drinking nectar,
flying in
a drunken sashay.
Breezes wander
in my window,
bringing perfume…
that will pander,
to my senses.
Lifting me higher
I travel above,
seeing the world
as full of beauty ….
and full of love.
