Thursday, December 2, 2010

As you fall into it.

Imagining you
moving like snow
to where I wait.
Harmonic and wondrous.
Dissimilar and bright.
Calmly and quietly changing my land
as you fall into it
light as air
yet noticed
and necessary.

"And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.

And there will come a time, you'll see,
with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart,
but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see
what you find there,
with grace in your heart
and flowers in your hair."