Time Be Still 04/03/99

Does the power to create
have the privilege to destroy?
Would time exist
if never a clock imagined?

Come into life
care not about these things of dreams,
for time has no emotion
and trees burn without screaming...
at least to our deaf ears.

Close my eyes once again
remember a moment of glorious passing,
trapped in random memory
through my limited eternity.

Etch another strand into my mind
manifest it into my body
become part of my soul,
my well being, being well
not to forget these fading recollections.

Joyful birds singing in heaven
praising the moment not here nor there,
calling into the now forever.
Gasping for ears to hear
the echoes of their perfect tune.

Once in light upon a glowing star
a spirit arose and went very far.
Promises of returning after a purposeful flying
escaping the emptiness of bodies dying.
Paving the path for souls who yearn
for purity beyond reason.

Realities dance from one phase to the next
and colors blend to form a perfect mess.
Supporting beliefs of greater fates
brings energies which connect
and inspires hope where there is none
which allows for the conclusions of many
to join separately returning essentially into one.