You feel it? The
Hum connecting
A rhythm
That thing we call soul
The artifact in us from
Stars.
The dance without music
We seek knowing a piece of it
When seeing or hearing it at a concert,
In another's body, a babies glow, the morning sun on a flowered valley
Truth that there is more, an epiphany
Of a thought, our reason.
Matter, it does, we do, nature does, each star glows every moon every living being connected in serial in depth in reality. Each being.
The slightest speck of dust.
Given enough time, we see

Imagine, if one could
A broken limb in the woods
Or a moist drip suspended
Timeless from an eave, a river
Out of its race, overflowing the bank
On a windless night some April eve
The moonless sky lit only by sparks,
Or a lovers sigh, a beckoning of might. A pack of wolves, a mountains power, the depths of life on the edge of doom,
The borders of a kingdom never crossed, those little things are all of us.
Just our normal daily trespasses when we've charged our life to poetry.
As warriors we go forth armed or not, into a battle never won but fought
Ruthless one would imagine the toll
But never naught for a wandering soul

Amazing, this thing, time, it goes on whether you're here, or not, and to come back and see the irrelevance of all, is somehow calming.
Adaptive, time and life, it lives when we die. To observe from a distance, has, in a word, been relieving.
I carried my importance as a trait.
What a weight it is. Its good to know, no matter my place, I have one.
Very calm

I joined the party late,
years after the favors left
all the cake crumbs even gone,
but celebrate, the same as one,
to have known my angel's living
breath, now gone, like the participants
dancing smiles all the hugs
and kisses, wishes on a candles
flame,
bring nothing back but images.
So alone I sing to you, however
far you have become....
Happy Birthday, my Angel Dear,
many, many more to come

How has the inevitable
Changes in the atmosphere
Affected you, my dear?
Did you watch in frozen fear
As the loud mortars crashed so near
Or think insanity has won the day,  give up the fight and fade away?
Or has the barometer of your opinion
became a beacon for touching time
Like sages of another rhyme when,
Known became a wing of air,
A tree limb on a barren oak,
A slowly cascading mountain peak, the haze of foggy bitter tears?
There once came by the now dry creek
A beauty lass with a smiling cheek
A breath of fresh a curl of new a hope to all who viewed her innocence
rare for years we thought her there.
But that must have been a smile thought just a scent of remembrance there one called her name in somnolence, and it echoes still,
her  name was whispered meaningful,
A heart, a tear,
A sentiment

Will it be
The elder green with less luscious
blossoms
Or shall the younger tender petals
Steal
All the Golden from the mountains
Rushing down the hillsides gushing
Renewal
Or
Is it noted in the dirt and loam
The sacred parts of earthly home
Shared each nutrient and called not a one, ever, their own
Has such been histories norm can written tableus reveal
These truths or are they found
In hearts of steel in minds
That see beyond the limits
Who see
What is truly real