October 22nd, 2018

the dancing tree of love
holds a salmon pink cloud
and the free calling of a multitude of doves
that ask me to step outside
and to listen and just be
while the candle waits for me


a thousand of candles have been lit
while I watched just waiting
for the presence of spirit
to come and speak light of it


but now it’s time to catch the wind
and dance with the trees
and try to soak it all in
with the colors of the clouds
and the flame that speaks my name


and somewhere here
between the words
and the flame that burns
my soul is greeting me
with the smile of sweet infinity


and I must fit my life into the day
and chase these morning clouds away
as I try to find the time to pray
that I can become that essence
of all the soul has to say


the dancing tree of love
holds a salmon pink cloud
and the free calling of a multitude of doves
that ask me to step outside
and to listen and just be
while the candle waits for me


a thousand of candles have been lit
while I watched just waiting
for the presence of spirit
to come and speak light of it


but now it’s time to catch the wind
and dance with the trees
and try to soak it all in
with the colors of the clouds
and the flame that speaks my name


and somewhere here
between the words
and the flame that burns
my soul is greeting me
with the smile of sweet infinity


and I must fit my life into the day
and chase these morning clouds away
as I try to find the time to pray
that I can become that essence
of all the soul has to say