“Are you out there beyond the
merging of the sky and the sea?”
I ask of the ravens atop trees
lining the shoreline.
I am torn as to my place here
when I only have a few fragments
left, the rest have scattered,
on a journey through the infinite
space, speeding toward the beginning
or some abstract ending.
An anxious feeling I cannot shake
as the questions keep building.
“I have been here before.”
A distant memory surfaces
detached from the here
and now I fail to place
when and where.
Uncertain I have become
of my place in the physical world
bound by rules and limitations
choking and smothering the spirit.
That sunrise knows no bounds
stretching beyond what I can see and
I believe it is my mind listening
to the music of invisible particles
on a non-stop journey through infinite space
and existing in the sight of those who are ready.
I lost my breath in the empty field.
Lost in the blinding snow.
Thrown over the mountain tops.
In the silence I heard winter’s song.
I ran across the iced field in near darkness
my bare feet light and swift as I cast
no shadow and left no trace.
I ran across the iced field until it gave way
to the infinite valley filled with the missing sun
and I fell slowly and forever into the
sun as my body and mind separated.
From across time I sang winter’s song
at every breath.