Deep within me I press rewind
and beyond the calm lies choices
that take every part of me
and find the days when my memories
lay my soul bare.
This is when I remember taking fire
when I walked as a child,
always feeling
I was never too young
to know what was mine
even a thousand years ago.

I know the name
of the one I see in the mirror
and that she is called by an ancient feeling
staring into infinity
as she pleases.  
She holds on to the sands
of the deepest abyss
until each grain
falls under her trance
and  is prepared to fight
every other whisper
other than her own.

Every single day,
I drink the warm tears attempting
to control my smile
while realizing how much I need  
to touch the ground
above my shadow.
Soon my mind is filled
with the loneliness of winds.
I know I can move beyond them
and can always keep them
from filling my soul.

Drops of rain come full circle
making ready
to sweep across the crest of my fears
reminding me
I have fought distance and ghosts
on journeys slow to end.
My spirit is not brittle
and I will remain inspired
even when I press rewind
and my memories
lay my soul bare
once again.

When you close your eyes
do you know
what it is dawning
as a torchlight on the silver glass
of your soul?  
Does your heart like mine
throb with words
crying out to breathe life
into the darkness of your world
and for once,
be understood by all?

If our words could stand up
and dance in the light
of a moon shining on love
they could  be loud enough
for others to learn.
Until everything said
played out in a scene of seconds  
full of trust, never ending
or needing
to be discerned.

My heart speaks the language
that your heart understands.  
Our thoughts
are one and the same.
Your heart too,
speaks the language
my heart understands.  
Each of our words
cries out to breathe life
into the darkness,
oh......
if only they could dance.

They asked  me to define how hours
could see lovers
calling out for water
when they turned life's wheel
of loveliness.
So, I drew an outline of burning fire
around the flower of miracles
growing in between a love
that knows no rest.

I showed them letters containing precious memories
as reminders of horizons
with rising answers
only considered by the sea.  
Then, I became a still small voice
and one by one
showed them blank pages
now filled with moments
love had somehow
called out to be free.

Hours stirred two hearts
suspending them inside their own music
where they flew on wings of delight
in quiet ecstasy.  
Until time ached to feel no more
and could only send in hours
to fill those blank pages
with the answers
to why lovers called out for water
to protect the love
that grows
between you and me.

I ask myself if there is a better place
where I can laugh
in the sweetest whisper
and find myself playing tug of war
with distant memories
until they become
a single story.

Under a quiet night I look up
to count my courage
on each flower
of an apple tree
until morning
looks in on me.  
Somehow, I am always left
with my heart
down upon its knees.

I sense that everything dances
within my feelings
warming my thoughts
and just one word
can fill my spirit with you.  
Holding on to your hands
knowing a fire still roars
as a friend of truth.

Laughing inside, I forget about
how rain streamed
like a million rivers
upon all the grasses that used to be.
Pleasure floods through me
like moonlight admires
its own face over the sea.

I ask myself if there is a better place
where I can laugh
in the sweetest whisper,
perhaps change
what I understand to be.
Once again, I find myself  
staring at my heart,
down upon its knees.

There were days
I fell into a whirlwind
where sunlight glittered
then escaped.
I was proud  
to count each move made
as a gift.
Sometimes, underneath my eyes
I could see a kiss
deep inside an ocean
of a thousand stars
looking up
at my lips.

Often, I wished
to be still
inside my soul
find a shelter
where I could dance
just one more time,
to verses I wrote
just for you.
Thinking,
perhaps then,
I could fade hypnotically
into your thoughts,
find the sweetest truth.

For endless days now,
I have stared at empty paper
trying to remember
your voice
and capture how much I love you
inside a metaphor.
I found I only fell back
into a whirlwind
where sunlight glittered
then escaped
my heart
only loved you more.

Last night, underneath my eyes
I once again
saw a kiss
deep inside an ocean
of a thousand stars
filled with your face
and my own.
There, I danced
inside the stillness of my soul
within the shelter
of your arms,
found in your eyes,
my home.

Winding roads envelop mornings
changing how I feel
as the sun rises
over half a million faces
all aglow.  
The air bears the scent of flowers
like those I have seen
within blue flames of truth
on the horizon of nothing more
than how your presence
seeks my attention
like falling snow.

I feel my pulse expanding
and I grow weak
as my skin glows soft
like poems
that have kissed the roses
around my thorns,
and my soul keeps the best of you
in my hands.  
My joy crashes
against  sands pure as thoughts
of the wildest forest
embracing its own lands.

Your voice finds me
with an understanding
that springs into my mind
making the ground I walk on
become a heaven
born of words.
I smile secretly, as if I  have begun
to read something
living inside a storm
rushing to be let in
and dancing on paper
to be heard.

Half a million faces
and all I see is yours,
telling me
I am the treasure you find
on those winding roads.
The air bears the scent of flowers
from fields
that continue to live
throughout the winter
warmed by blue flames of truth,
seeking my attention
like falling snow.

Whispers from nowhere reach beneath light
cutting through the love
I feel for you,
playing inside of my thoughts.
I think of their sound,
how I feel them in the air I breathe
and when I sleep,
how they call from every mountaintop
I have ever sought.

I find I am defining their promises
every morning
in the hush of silence
and as I write I welcome them
into the rooms of me.
I lend them my fingertips
to search for the sunlight
of my feelings
until I hear the words
that rhyme
with we.

A reflection of the whispers can be tasted
when it drifts in
with the morning's expectations
as if it flew from a cage
of intimacy.  
My air is filled with love
crying out to my heart
that this time it will not be broken
nor lie alone as I breathe.

Whispers from nowhere lead me into spaces
outside of the lines I write,
where I can feel
your embrace.  
The strings of my heart
stand still to be strummed
into place
as the promise of your fingertips
searches for the sunlight
on my feelings' face.