In the earliest hours of tomorrow
I came to steal the hour before dawn
To rejoice in the holy sanctity of silence
In reality all is part of all

The wind is howling
Rain lashing down
Upon pain of glass
So fragile in existence
And yet protecting
Much like a skin
Protects a master

Silken threads of remembrance
They held you this time
Like never before
They have lost
The will to journey forward
Now they can not look upon you in body
I hope your spirit flies
Between the absences they feel

Poets speak
Painters paint
The greatest of artists
Stroke their brushes across the sky
In union with the sun
And lower themselves
Feet in soil
Hearts wide open
Pain glittering like a golden thread
Hold memories within this moment
For the memories are pure

Hold onto the place
In the silence
We see more
And yet
Do we ever really get to understand

Watching boats go by
Sailing on
Catching butterflies
Only to let them go
beckoning for freedom
We allow them an escape
In spirit we are the same
And in spirit you will fly
like never before

Perfect soul
flying free
Stormy night
In silence and in rain
I sit thinking
In thinking I sit in silence