Song To Andre

 

Where have my love of countless years gone?

How far into the mystics have your spirit sown?

Where are the reminders of spring?

Perhaps, in the plowing over of the renewed earthlings; 

Or in the distant skies where the red birds sings, 

Perhaps, in the cool breeze a summer night brings. 

Or lies awaiting the crisping sounds of fall,

in the all so subtle autumn rings. 

Perhaps, it will be in the cold bitter winters of shattered dreams.

Therein, lies the cry of muttered sounds and many hidden things;

A child's heedless cry

A woman's agonizing pleads die

A chorus sings as the lyrics fades softly into the gray sky!

Suddenly, a leap, a jump and all too soon; it is the dawn of many rising suns.

Sacred omen, hollow shadows and endless rivers runs.

Be still! Ancient Souls! For none heals;

The broken hearts on the journey that have just begun. 

Esther Muhammad