A song lasts
forever once
it is held
as a secret
found, when
it tells you,
“seek me
not when
you wish
to find me,
you will
adrift to me
unknowingly,
whether
in leaves
as pages,
stars as
eyes,
flowers
as hearts,
floating
petals as
the lover’s
touch,
the words
we share
as the
moon
drifting
waves,
I seek to
be the
one that
touches
you, as
the stars
in their
tides,
the
soft
as the
lavender
dancing,
the wind
carrying
the aroma
through
your hair,
nature
allows
you to see
the light
silently
glowing
in others,
the steps
of people
are as the
fields
soaring
under a
zephyr,
your
hands
reach
for the
skies,
I return
to you,
as your
origin, the
fragile and
deep bud
waiting to
be opened
as the
others,
whom,
as you,
await the
sunlight
awakening,
seeker of
truth, look
no farther
than the
bird upon
your palm,
singing a
prayer of
home
you will
create
wherever
you may
roam
in the
fields of
flowers and
beyond,
to the
eternity of
you and I.
