Vision
Fast
A
voice inside, waiting to be seen
A
vision of all, waiting to be touched
Eons
of ancestors, waiting to be heard
to
be healed
to
enter the unbroken circle
whole,
never to leave
it
is done
Riddles
of the cold windy whispers
magic
faced yet left undone
boney
rattles as the dead cry
let
us dream you
it
is done, it is done
Visions
held fast in time like never moving mannequins
Playing
cards of episodes replayed again and again
Dreams
dreamed by a thousand hungry eyes longing for relief
It
is done, it is done, it is done
Doors
open to nothing but the wasting wind
Minute
by pounding minute of
nothing
but pounding thought
after
thought
Grains
of gritty time
in
a grinding cog
of
windy fastness
A
voice inside sings the being of is-ness
I am a woman who follows her heart home
I am a man who is grounded and secure
I am my own ancestor, grandmother
The canyon walls stand mute witness
to a place inside called a vision of home
it is done and undone
©
2006 by Stephen Moser
