wander ing

i have been where the stones
speak in tones to ancient to perceive,
where the wind blows in rhythm
to the beat of my heart,
where time circles back and meets itself
at the end that is the beginning.

i have been where the dream is
unfolding, still wondering itself
into being, still becoming the
tomorrow that will never be,
still shaking off the yesterday
that never was.

it has no where to it.
it is all here.
it was anywhere.

i still remember what the angel said,
what all angels say when you
first meet them.

"be not afraid."

 

ghost