Returning Through Time...

Times change...

I'm here at the airport

Making my baggage claim...

Gathering up what's left

After airlines, and glad hands,

And kamikaze pilots

Have tore into my treasures

Like packs of wild dogs...

If I have one thing left

It is how I can feel

And see over mountains

To the place where birds soar...

I've been witness to burnings

That were well out of hand...

Where the fields were scorched,

And the pines wouldn't stand...

To the dust I returned

With new hope sprouts would grow...

And I dreamed of your love

Underneath moss and loam...

If I have one thing left

It is how I still feel

And see over mountains

To the place where birds soar...

Take my hand and we'll wander

Until we fall down

While the days lay beside us

Like leaves from a tree...

Yes the times they may change,

But our love is profound,

And it pours out like sap

Filling cracks in the street...

And we mustn't forget,

Though the cold that breaks rocks,

And the wind batters frames

Scattering building blocks...

We mustn't forget how to hold out

And crave

Every mystical moment...

Every incoming wave

In this ocean of feeling,

The vast sprawling now...

We inherit raw light...

Every inch we allow...

1/31/24

Bunny Villaire

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