chords of raven

Thistle,
sage and photographs ~
there's so much that you can't see.
A world of weighted wonder
moves inside of me.

If you listen
might you hear it ~
ancient breeze
these moments bend.
Rivers flowed
before and since
shall find their start again.

As dreamers dream,
will lovers love ~
and someone speak
in rhyme
of where I am
and where I'll be
where stands the end
of time ~

Enough to pray
and somewhere safe,
will fall upon my knees
to give of each
uncertainty ~
the taste of burning leaves.

Ten thousand orchards
blooming,
lizards stir beneath the ground.
Orchestra of willow,
chords of raven ~
breathless sound.
Echo through my chambers ~
live the life
you're dreaming of
Clear the fields with longing ~
this melody
of love.