The clock calls the midnight hour.
I close my eyes and
Am aware of
Everywhere I turn.
My pulse races
And my mind gets dizzy.
I put my hand to my heart
And hold myself steady;
My skin tingling.
This is your magic
At work once more.
A faint melody plays through my memories.
There is no reasoning nor answers
We are in synch and I breathe.
We are in synch and I dance.
The truth of us
In the mind.
Divine mystical mystery.
Over mountains and oceans far goes the yearning.
Over soft curves of my skin fall the tears.
I sit in the gardens,
The smell of soil
Filling my veins.
Distant sounds of traffic and
As the hummingbird does his thing before Me,
Cicadas and dragonflies.
This music cradles me as I sway to the rhythm;
Become the rhythm.
Vitality and rejuvenation joining
In my heart and mind.
I am so far away,
So very close.
Everywhere yet nowhere,
Dancing energy intertwining.
Merging and surging.
Ceaseless heartbeat melody
Of stillness abounds and sways.
The Ravens are busy telling stories
Outside my window.
They have the most recognizable voices.
The sweet, sweet smell of clover
And the melody of the bees working so
Diligently as I walk through the fields.
(I remember how afraid i once was of the bees)
This song of the wind
Brings harmony to my carefully
Placed bare footsteps kissing the
I do not wish to crush anyone