Of course there are times
When I am lost—
Hours or even days spent gazing
Spellbound in whimsy by empty space—
Light shimmering on the lake,
Counting rolling waves upon the shore,
Watching lightening as it boldly strikes….
Times when I walk alone upon some path
Not knowing which way to turn,
Perhaps melancholy deep in forest,
Out upon some field in burning sun,
Jumping in puddles when it rains,
Trudging through heavy snow and wind.
And part of me is lost; and part of me is wild.
Last night I danced in reverie
Beneath that big old Moon….
Whether I danced naked or had
Clothes upon my back is my secret.
No, you may not ask.
Go dance your own dance—
Do not ever judge my own.
There is a world of dreams within,
Fantasies that come and go
As sparrows fly inside large barn
Before they find the door and soar
Somewhere among white clouds—
Precisely where I will never know.
And if I could, never would I bring them back.
If you find me barefoot, splashing in the brook—
Do not ask to dry my feet
Nor come back to drink your tea.
Do not say a word. Just stay with me.
Try to understand the fire inside my belly.
Imagine all the pain within my broken heart.
Find me. But do not bring me back.
Do you yearn to know this part of me?
If not, then never assume I am ready
To lose my soul for your reality.
Leave me lost in mystery of my own.
Though I may be alone,
I fear someone may take away my magic.
Only offer me a hand to hold.
Perhaps I will take you for wild ride—
I own the sky and ocean blue. And so do you.
I skip from mountain top to deep of valley floor.
Spread your wings and fly with me.
Whatever time we spend will not be wasted…
For time does not exist when we blaze
With wonder, sacred wonder burning in our eyes.