These poems
Are my song.
I sing to the Universe.
I sing across time
To my family,
My friends,
My ancestors,
And others
Born and unborn
I will never meet.
I sing to you.
I sing to myself.
In singing,
I feel heard
In my aloneness.
I feel connected
To all of you.
I feel your touch,
Your reach,
Our love for one another,
And faintly learn
The unknowable.
If words can do that,
My words,
Then I will smile.
I will be content.
I will return to you.
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 10:24 AM UTC
These poems
Are my song.
I sing to the Universe.
I sing across time
To my family,
My friends,
My ancestors,
And others
Born and unborn
I will never meet.
I sing to you.
I sing to myself.
In singing,
I feel heard
In my aloneness.
I feel connected
To all of you.
I feel your touch,
Your reach,
Our love for one another,
And faintly learn
The unknowable.
If words can do that,
My words,
Then I will smile.
I will be content.
I will return to you.
September 20, 2011
O’Fallon, Missouri
