One
Day
One day you may stop for a moment and listen to the wind.
I invite you with my inarticulate soul.
One day you might stand with me on the edge of a forest.
I invite you with my empty hand.
One day you may entrust to me a capsule of your time.
I invite you silently with my heart.
One day you may short circuit the distance between us.
I invite you.
I have
never moved it there.
In your mountains tracks – I have never moved it there
Through the silence of your midnight air
Across your risky rivers
Through your deserts
I have never moved it there
In the cold we stand
Only the wind sees us here,
And you touch a truth inside me
Although I never it moved there
Through the index of your of trance
Through the diary of your spirit
The angles of your experience,
I have never moved it there
Against my car I lean
And I listen to your side
Your face is close, but a touch too far
For I have never moved it there
To that place where your true shadow falls
To that other earth you walk on
To that somewhere so unclear
I regret
I have never moved it there
Child on a
roundabout
Silent amid
The music,
You are
Reflected in
The guilt
Edged mirrors,
Holding on
To your
Chosen horse.
Gold and
Red, rising
And falling
On the
Beat, as
You swing
By, you
Are visible
For a
Few moments.
For a
Few moments
You are
Visible. You
Swing by,
As you
Beat on:
The falling
And rising,
Red and
Gold, and
Chosen too.
You’re holding
A mirrors
Golden reflection.
You are
Music amid
My silence.