I am charged
Silent symphonies have done their work
At first I could not hear the call
From trees piercing clouds
And majestic birds, defying time
Creatures so small, vibrating expressions
Their might within intentions
And all this I missed
As brick walls absorbed my nonsensical chatter
Who’s to say I was not once the weed
Or the heather thriving on northern cliffs
And how I crave the river
The wild current, danger signs keeping curiosity at bay
But danger lives in repetition
Doing over and over, feeling safe
And I know so well, rules funding rules
And lost maps to completion
Empty promises decorate flat screens
And square disrubting the cycle
But now I am charged
As so clearly I hear the wind chimes
And tides that smooth the sand
Far from where I stand yet close to breath
Yes, silent symphonies have done their work
Flooded by nothing came everything
And spirits, no longer filtered by a whisper
Asking me to lighten, to willingly shed
Bare strength from this life to next
Hurry not as those places I’ve yet to travel
Are places I know so well, home.
