Lost souls moving in circles
I see through the glass so much more beyond,
between words spoken
and I am not lost but found
yet around me they swim searching
for what lies beyond the window.
I sing them the songs I’ve learned when I was so much younger
of life and time and the paths before my feet
that ache from standing for so very long,
yet I can fly if I choose,
but I need to know just a bit
of what it is they know,
what it is that they feel for being there
so much longer than I,
and still I sing
if perhaps it is only in my mind
like reel to reel moving round and round,
soft voices of truth that speak
of lost souls and fish bowls.
I find comfort in the moments
as the night hangs softly above me
and I have no fear,
I feel if anything a quiet
like a humming chord that calls
as eyes feel so very heavy
and the veil seems to fall
and I want the show to go on,
not ready to call it a day
I call it what it is,
another beautiful memory to tuck away
into its soft blanket of a moon shadow
as it lies quilted beneath a blanket of clouds,
I know it watches me
for I feel its touch as if on my shoulder-
reminding me that this ride makes me smile,
that this day ends on another note of amazement
and I am smiling
not that you can see,
but I hope you can feel it from where you are
reading this,
I am the silly orange fish still leaping,
not yet ready to tuck in,
not yet ready to let the song end…
trying to break over to the other side
where the others swim searching
for the way to see beyond,
and I long to just show them,
to engage in the joy
to tell the way to trade in the ghosts,
raise the spirits of heroes
with a warm breeze,
and in the end, if only to say
how I wish you were here.