Ancient Song

Standing on the edge of a cliff

I tower over rivers and hills far below

The sky is large and I am one with it

Alone and immersed in its grandeur

Wisps of hair caress my cheek

In the wind that paints colors

Among the thoughts and images

On the fringes of my tired mind

I ask this wind

What have you to show me today?

What secrets will you whisper

What songs have you to teach

What wisdom can you unfold of this planet?

I long to soar with the buzzard

Wings adrift on the musical stillness

A planet alone in the vastness of space

Calling us all within

Pulling us to the heart of its dignity

The soul of its immensity

My heart leaps and yearns

To the sweet and sultry song

Ascending from the rock

Stretching high into the fortuitous sky