A Song to Sing the World

I reached for a song to sing the world, 
what I found were the stars 
counting themselves across the sky, 
and a half full moon dancing her way to the sun. 

Thirsty roots drinking below my feet 
falling up to branches stretching for
the space where heaven and earth meet. 
A union whispering;
belief and mystery 
a compass for destiny, 
where the heart and mind reflect 
their bond, and the body senses 
what Spirit has sourced. 

The rhythm of remembering 
where past and present forget their names
and infinity cares enough to come back and count the seconds; 
keepers of the secrets to 
perception’s artistry. 

I reached where silence speaks 
Loudly on his throne. 
Lecturing on 
the generosity of shadows,  
the courtesy of seasons, 
and the intellect of dawn. 

Here I reached a little more, 
to where the soul turns
and the dream has proof 
It has awakened,
and found at last 
No song that I alone, can sing.