Not often is it that our minds are allowed to rest.
Even in darkness among trees where we can hear only nature's breath.

It is late now,
long past midnight.
I've come to ask and listen,
maybe gain some insight.

The wind was softly blowing,
as I stumbled upon your frame.
The night it became silent,
as I heard you call my name.

I hear the words you are speaking,
but my thoughts they feel quite full.
I've longed to hear your message,
so I ask you to speak slow.

You ask me to close my eyes,
and to forget the future and past.
You assure me that I can trust you,
and that you will clear my thoughts at last.

My body it is forgotten,
as I welcome you into my soul.
My thoughts they are mere memories,
as I allow you full control.

The place we begin our journey,
is a forest and you are young.
There we grew in harmony,
with the animals and friends you were among.

Years of peace have come to pass,
as we watched the creatures frolic in the grass.
Many years have gone too fast,
Many years, too good to last.

One cold morning the men they came,
armed with axes, saws and chains.
There we stood frozen in fear,
beside your friends and family so dear.
Souls tortured from sadness and pain;
The deed was done, and many were slain.

Scared and mournful, we stood alone.
Your heart left as scarred as your once beautiful home.

With loved ones separated by concrete and steel,
We were now surrounded by that which can not feel.

Time went on, but memories remain,
of a life so full of heartache,
no language could explain.

Our journey comes to end now,
and you have one last request.
You ask a simple favour before you come to rest.

I feel a gust of wind blow,
and down falls a seed.

"Please plant this within others, so that my soul may be freed."

How is it that while it is warm,
You are still cold?

Why is it that while you are young,
You act so old?

How is it that while you know,
You must be told?

Why is it that while you were played a fine hand,
You still fold?

How is it that while you are different,
You still fit their mould?

Why is it that while you hurt me,
I treat you like gold?

The reflection keeps strong,
no matter the waters uncalm,

I am certain that within this moment,
I belong,

The light it glimmers with a dancing stream,
the moving ripples,
so choreographed they seem.

Children are playing,
in harm's way they dare,
They live for each second,
of tomorrow,
they do not care,

Screams muffled,
by the sound of the fall,
the joys they are living,
worth it all,

The moon it is climbing,
the night grows old,
the full-figured beauty,
enchanting my soul,

The children are gone now,
oily foot prints remain,
memories live on,
until the showers of the river's rain.

She is but an angel,
and this I know,

For how much I love her,
she may never know,

With love's seeds placed upon my lips,
I prepare to sow,

In hopes that within her heart,
these seeds may grow.

Seemingly alone you walk,
tip-toeing slow across the dock,

You have left your body,
you have forgotten your clock,

With time a memory,
the sound of footsteps is all you need,

You have misplaced your troubles,
you have lost your greed,

The cool mist lays upon your face,
the soothing comfort,
a foreign place,

With screams of chaos,
left long behind,

You are not alone now,
as I console your mind.

The wake of friendship,
now rests upon the shore,
For it is your smiles and laughter,
which I adore,

Floating slow,
beneath the light,
free from pain,
open to delight,

Your families are home,
warm and safe,
But here you roam,
excitement you chase,

Here I sit,
upon the bay,
joy-ridden and content,
you have made my day.

Were we ever lost,
or were we just not found.

Were we ever deaf,
or could we just not hear the sound.

Were we ever blind,
or could we just not see.

Were we ever even cursed,
you and me.