When The Grasses Sing For Us (Correct Version) Poem by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black

Dedicated to my father with love

When the grasses sing to us
And gods dance upon the graves
Of the long forgotten past
In the golden dawn of day
Buried in the august path
And borne again to life
The soul once beckoned
Shall dance in harmony and strife
The sprig shall reach its setting sun
As the wind whispers through the leaves
The Universe shall move as one
In the sound that is received

From the world beyond Beyond,
Through the rainbow gates of time
In the music of the spheres
In the ring of the eternal rhyme
Upon nodding blossoms in the breeze
In sylvan wood and pond and ions
Psyche dwells as the cosmic touch
When earth meets sky
In visions and horizons

On winged quest and on infinite flight
And as breathless as a seed
No barrier can hold the astral light as thus
While voices whisper from the reeds

When the grasses call to us.