In the quiet moments
free of our internal conversations
and struggles, the world around us
opens and we hear a song born
beyond our vision, carrying with it
memories of the first light,
of the origin of ourselves.
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.