I’m seeing clouds and sunsets among a path I must go
Clouds of shower and of rain to wash this path of weary pain
Joy sprinkles in drops on the parched fence that I had stabled in April
To plant flowers to pick and brighten the spot in which they lay,
dehydrated but thinking to stay and get lost on that very plot of superficial thrive that was bought.
This will go away as it cannot stay
I am still traveling on the sky for sunrises that have been surmised
Ashes blow away the past and come fourth at last
I dip and I dive through fields I have known, hovering, covering ground and sky
I have grown through the lightening and the wind of past and present spin
The vision is here in my eye
Blyth has come over me to trust universal expansiveness within roundedness, companionship expanding out of me.
The clouds are heavy ready to condense from rain I am a part of it all the riddle of the fall
To not understand what had been grasped in that hidden hand of a new found land