Wherever You Are

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
I am thinking about you and everything that you are.
The day was weird today, I kept seeing you when I didn’t want to. 
I walked a lot, watched the ducks, sat in the sun, then it got cloudy, I did too. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
And that you’re on your way to me, you are, you are. 
Are you coming by train or plane or maybe by car?
Are you walking? It’s probably too far. 

Miles I’ve logged in my mind waiting for you. 
I know what I’m after, I know what I need and it is indeed…inside of you. 
The colour in those around me hold beautiful hue.
But the colour in you, a mix of all of the shades that turn flightless into flew. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
I’m thinking about the questions you’ll ask me, and how deep you’ll go.
I can’t wait for that moment, I will cry tears of joy that turn to snow. 
Light, fluffy drops, delicate white flakes they will flutter from my eyes, your sweet breath will blow. 

Blowing my snowflake tears away from my face, you will see the light and understand our fate. 
I think about all of the things I can’t wait to tell you, I’m making a list so I don’t forget. 
It’s long, it’s important, you need to know it all, and nothing can wait. 
I wonder where you are tonight, what are you doing, thinking, feeling, I hope you aren’t in regret. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are. 
I imagine a cool breeze, clear sky, and your eyes closed, face tipped toward the moon.
Waning crescent it glows on you, you are a star.
Are you getting closer, will it be soon?

I had an idea, in five years from now on the first of June, let’s meet here, at just before noon. 
Do you know where here is? I know that you do, you feel it with all of your might.
We are connected by a special force and it will bring us together when the time is right. 
Trust me dear soul, follow and stay entrenched inside the light. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are. 

The Way

They called her, called her in, called her loudly.
Working together, they saw it unfolding, they began talking.
She knew with every step down the road of noise, her calling sitting proudly.
At the end of the street, turning left instead of right, this is the correct way walking.

Her way isn’t your way. Her heart and her soul understand deeply.
They are screaming at her in soundless blaze, she is aware, she can hear.
They watch her and tell her with a force she cannot escape, still climbing…steeply.
Do not dive, do not search, do not try, the why is not the way, it is becoming clearer.

This way, not your way or their way, not wrong but higher and wiser.
Disengage and listen to no one else but the calling and the soul.
Do you hear that? I think she’s coming, she looked up, out, in, she is the riser.
Let’s gather here and welcome her, our wings can shelter her, she can be our foal.

Let’s clap, let’s bring her closer, let’s show her the way.
She always looks out, she always finds me, she knows I am here for her.
They will never keep me away from what I am supposed to show her, and to say.
The cool and murky glow where I live, under a fortress, below the boulders, she sees through the blur.

They knew how to get there, inside her mind.
Like dissection of a crime with a solved confidence riding in her heart.
I move, I stand still, I glide, I explode, I fall down, I lift up, I will hope to bind.
She soaks the energy from me, I put it there for her, she is further, beyond, outside, inside, creating the art.

She will take her craft much further, I see it blooming and fostering and healing.
Nurture she does in all aura she reveals.
I see her, hold her, and let her words come through the ceiling.
Surrender and kneel together, star gazing we send her to every field.

My heat shines on her body, she absorbs the penetration without flinch or fear.
The guidepost so clear and strong, she listened to our prayers and galloped with trust.
She looks at me as the floating cloud hides my face, she is dear.
With a smile that creates life, a heart that beats too strong, an expression that addicts crave, she lights up the forest, her centuries old soul turning her enemies to dust.

The Season

It lives inside, not out.
I am the mountain beside you, above you, behind you, ahead of you.
I have heard your footsteps and watched you float.
I can tell you that this is the correct way, you’ve made it to my force, now let me carry you.

It lives inside, not out.
The outside is a shell to protect and house the soul, nothing more but cells, skin, bone, follicle.
Deep, deep inside is the song I hear you sing, it penetrates even the tallest of my brothers and sisters.
You have always had a strong tune but this one now is cause for eruption, corruption, an intense bloom.

I love watching you dance and explore.
My favourite part of watching over the land is seeing and feeling your love for all the element.
I have been here for centuries, waited for you a long time.
Now here you are with your gifts and emotion and light so bright it softens all strife.

My wisdom has befallen you and your inhale absorbs the depth.
When you sit in this place and your mind wanders, I catch the thoughts as they jump and you grasp my response and release.
The wings between us, silent, moving, gliding, attaching our hearts, binding and holding.
Thank you for coming, I did not know you could, in your precious presence, gift a height as high as mine.

The sky between us, the water inside us, the stillness around us, the warmth we create.
The engines below us, the electrical above us, we are fluid in our pursuit for comfort and peace.
I tell you a story, as you listen then gracefully repeat, it is so familiar to me, you bring my branches stability.
My rolling hills, creaked valleys, distant rivers and icy caves, changed, because of you.

I’m watching you today so carefully, you took your time with reflection, I felt the dazzle of emotion and I heard your final sing.
Let yourself feel my thunder as I pour the green through your eyes.
You have won something beautiful and being here next to me has always been your reason.
The day is not over yet, the flowers dance, the water holds, the air is slow, you are the season.