No matter
our location
in time :
Forcing growth,
slowly visible,
Roots and wild leaves,
Blooms of Passion,
Explosions of the Mind!
It calls
And twists,
Trumpeting
another language.
Prodding us to Heaven
Promising
Everything!
(If only…if only…if only…)
So, we dance through
The Music of the Spheres.
The spinning,
smoking winds;
The firestorms,
Always
Listening.
Ears ablaze
in Questioning Wonder;
Asking
forever:
Are these heated whispers
Really,
for me?