feeling flurries of the past
melting on my face
mind moves through time oh so fast
as the body moves through space
looking forward beyond the void
listening hard for voices gone
whispers mixed with empty noises
join in chorus with the song
locking unlocked buried treasure
covering secrets with sacred word
logic can not be the measure
of the message that calms the herd
for stories teach and children reach
for meaning and for space
but twill only last
if we feel the past
like flurries on our face.