Not, to walk through life as another,
to walk through life, more, with the Heart.
Many steps taken by many travelers,
from one beginning, from one start.
To join, with the beyond.
to the Inner Core that ties,
the Inner Core that bonds.
One, with the Eternal Ripple,
to the fabric of worth.
in purpose, with earth.
Narrow is the way to righteousness.
Broad the way to destruction.
Both paths they have been lived,
the innocence and its seduction.
Wisdom, is of the quenching rain,
in awe the keen heart doth meld to.
Wise is the one that sees, who sees
the flower, embrace the morning dew.
Goodbye echo, the time has come
your words are fading away.
Barely can we hear you now,
no longer do you choose to stay.
Somewhere to go.
Through the many storms of life,
the rains, ice and snow.
With each step, with each tear,
Many Whispers of the Night.
Many Days of Living Words.
Much Breath needing to be fathomed,
for destination the Heart moves towards.
Closer to earth, closer to heart.
Steeples and church bells.
Birds flying by nest in nearby trees,
perhaps closer to where angels may dwell.
Beneath the surface, love thou hast gone
as a sinking stone, to the bottom, below.
Worthless words, to be but a folly of time,
sentiment, drawn down with the undertow.