It is about time,About time that I hear the song that
I thought was
For and about someone else.
The fire in the bones
The spirit dancing out loud
In a thousand year spiral.
The ode to the long wait,
The effervescent moment
Spinning out for eons in the
Courtship of two mortal souls.
Knowing now I was not mistaken,
But simply not listening deeply enough
To truly hear.
It is about time
I hear the call
The voice that for so long I thought
was for
Someone else.
Belonging only to me
By association,
By remembering.
I know it by rote,
The familiarity of yearning for what was.
And puzzling over what was not to be.
All the time swaying to the sounds that
Pulled at my soul
Like a missing link.
And here, now
Once more, and again
Knowing the love song for what it is.
No longer a question mark.
Perceiving finally the the voice that sings it
Is my own.
Sinking
Deeper now into the still pond,
This song that has always been mine.
On the surface the ripples spread,
Diffuse, refractory.
In the depths they are contained,
And reverberate endlessly into all the layers of what is true.
