Can't remember when

No one to a chant of goodness
No one to a change
No Goddesses

Where are we descending from 
To a question as it  plays itself to a rhythm you know

The land will be shaken to the falling of pride
and peace to a feeling to a touch

To a rock of faith the evening again appears
and the earth will know
at the beginning where you started

to it's following to the end untouched

Becoming or  leaving will be to us all
even at times given yet not taken 
every time to no limits

And you will call to yourself...itself
Can  this Will within
Can it be me?

Yet you cannot look yourself into the eyes .....
A depth so deep unknown to the knowing 

The trees will be still having a story to tell 

 And I  will hear yours as listening commands
For so denied to the life of it's taste. To a life....my life