The breeze whispers in the silence
I stir and weakly waft it away
It beckons to me in its insistence
I tell it now is not the day.
Like all who have preceded me,
I could too follow that lost way,
I’d rather draw its strength to me
And let me say what I must say.
Perhaps my heart will be finally true
I trust to find the words if I may
But I am certain what I must do
For today will always be the day.
To write the unread poem
To sing the unsung song
To tell the untold story
To live the unlived life.
And perhaps comfort the lost
Or perhaps salve a broken wound
Perhaps shine a light of love
Hopefully in a life of another.
Unconsciously we crafted a moment
Where we stopped time for a time
And met each other once again
To resume an everlasting serenity.
I thought I was merely speaking
Wasted words and actions repeating
Yet as I spoke to the others I could see
You were listening, listening completely to me.
And your listening created a unity
That quietly and ever so gently
Reached out and enveloped me
And when you spoke I too was set free.
And now together in that moment
That passes through both you and me
How could there ever be torment?
In a peace we thought we would never see.
Yet we still have that moment spoken
Though the next was lost through me
Yet that first is always unbroken
As the sun by the sky touches the sea.
And even that moment lasts a second
So short that it demands to be mourned
Having now flowed away to the past
But in its shadow of light a new one is waiting.
So we know there will be another
Which we will fashion together
Whether impossible or difficult
Or greater than before.
So let us craft another moment
Not a minute stilted and still
But a thread between hearts
That flows forward to an everlasting one.
You seek your love from this life,
He seeks you from another
Search for your lover in this life
And he will find you as an other.
Love the lover and let the lover love you,
Let that love complete its first circle,
Past begun and future continued
Know that your love called love forth.