And then it went silent...

And then it went silent,

The breeze whispering sweet nothings in my ear,

The leering shadows of yesteryear are all but vanished,

In this new history here.

I see glimmers of young boys, balloons in the air,

Chasing away days to come, the future’s delayed

For these moments of youth in my community park,

These moments of truth in the spark of unity.

I’ve never seen such green in the sky before,

Falling about trees, leaves dancing,

Take their stance

Against cold night and fighting for the right

To be free, to be sunny,

These leaves are in their element,

Defiantly staring into the eyes of those

Who dare walk their shadows cast,

Who dare walk the darker path,

To have the courage that the sun will flourish

In the leafy shadow’s aftermath.

I see the twinkle in the eye of the gentleman wandering by,

And older sir, just searching earth for the essence of his her,

And barefoot the dirt carries him and urges him quietly on,

To believe this beauty of her now belonged to The Beyond.

Whistle bird you heard  me, the same stardust as his her,

And you learn from me as I do you,

We’re all connected, whistles and words.

Your view a little higher and your wings a little wider

But that’s about the very last thing that properly divides us.

Several years in sixty seconds,

Elastic bend of time and memory,

The misty mines they beckon us to revel in their geology,

The stars they reckon they can direct us in their eclectic black astrology,

And yet you think that man and beast are dissimilar in their biology.

We all think, we all breathe, we all need air and food and sleep,

And our caring of each other weaves a web of global family.

These heartbeats thicken, a quickened pulse,

How I long for the winter solstice,

There’s things you cannot see that

Get their purpose from divinity.

I know this day this hidden moon,

There’s starry souls and hearts are swooning,

Loving, breathing, arting, doing,

This communal sense of spirit brewing.

Few have known the light before,

But now we all see it more than ever,

Clever minds with a mission to notice intuition,

And the vision to make it all happen.

This passion of existing and

Creating living history,

Fist on heart, and heart on sleeve,

To thrive on the utter mystery,

Sew it into the very fabric of your being,

Write an excerpt of poetry

On the whites of your eyes

So when people look at you, they collide with

The thousand words your pictures and signs are creating.

Make this the only  type of constant state.