My mind sets sail on calm oceans to cross the hemisphere
where stories are kept and told in quarter tones to the wind.
Around the Arora where the colors of the self will illuminate the night,
in the land of forever young that shine through to my memory.
I hear in silence that roars the voices of others just like me,
that will never be seen except on this cosmic ocean.
Beyond the sunset where I feast my eyes on blissful mornings that lay claim to my salvation, as the red-tailed hawk delivers his messages to me from the gods.
On the path beside a deep wood, I see your house, I am there, I’ve been there for centuries singing a blue song into the night.
It’s beautiful that souls speak without making a sound across miles and across time and space, in the pursuit of love and friendship and to share a cosmic beer or two.
*Photo courtesy of Pixabay…