In The Passing - Short Version Poem by Tom Courtney

Breezes speak in the rustling leaves
bathe my skin with a thousand flowers
I see myself in the distance
beckoning come to me

Oh lost stranger
I am saying
Will you awaken too soon
to know of heaven in the distance?
Your shining hair
extending hand
Me to me
across the heavy distance
and through the infinite space

Palm to palm you say
The loneliness needn’t be
the universe is spoken
through the hearts of lovers
All time and space
and earth and sky and god
are passing here
within the breath of angels

I hear the music of the grasses
alone in this meadow of the sun
sweet pasture of light
as evening comes
the world turns