Literature
Reaching out...
Reaching out...
The branches of the trees
have come alive in, oh, the cold, cold wind
they bend and dance with grace
expressively intense as if they knew...
I think they know...
I feel they know...
I'm standing in the doorframe
I'm watching gently things most cannot see
the air is crisp and clear
I'm breathing in and out as if I knew...
And think I know...
But feel I don't...know...
I'm reaching out from deep within
I'm touching souls with mind and heart
I'm praying for a space, to be
body, mind and soul at once:
whole...
Two silent raven wings
are traveling through, oh, the cold, cold air
a feather, midnight-blue,
just landed on my hand