scattered poems

Can your song touch the world once more, 

like it did so clearly

before

we lived in your music  

our existence 

was a dance to it, 

for the enligthened ones, 

the sages, shamans,  and oracles, 

the dance was clear to see, 

which was why they always 

had a muted smile on their lips, 

but for the ordinary being 

existence was something they did, 

without much thought,

failing to see

that natures 

pure wisdom 

was shining through their every action 

but how silent the song now has become, 

how we have rained concrete over the world, 

when we have gotten past our own narcisistic hysteria, 

oh mother nature,  

Will you sing once more? 

Calm 

the tree swings 

in the light breeze 

theres a whisper 

now 

is your time 

yesterday is gone 

and tomorrow yet to come 

the clouds  

drift and mold 

across the blue sky   

theres nothing to stop them  

they have a power to be anything 

and go anywhere, 

but strictly governed  

by the rules of the wind, 

by the rules of which they came into being 

like the sky 

after a nights sleep  

as

the first sun rays 

hits  

its clean canvas 

the world is  

fresh 

open  

ready 

for you to take your first steps. 

When we meet again 

May our smiles bloom 

Naturally 

Without resistance 

Withouth hesitation 

Let our hearts open once more  

so that we can recieve eacother  

as Two souls 

Eye to eye 

Burning with an old love 

That has 

Since their separation 

Grown wise and loving 

Much like the grandmother 

Who after years of  

Pain 

Laughter  

Dissapointment 

Experience 

Now has a look in her eyes 

May our old love 

Have that same twinkle in its eye 

May us both be richer  

Of all that we sought to be richer of  

And 

May the wind be warm that day  

May it carry 

Sweet memories of the past 

And let us then embrace   

Like not a single day has passed. 

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