cry out dear leaf..

It’s lost inside me somewhere,
But once I had a glimpse.
This blissful moment, when the world was light;
The trees shone with the freshest dew,
Its leaves singing to the rays of the sun;
Drops of life on a subtle leaf.
Water come and water run.
Wash this stale soul, breath into it a life.
We have had enough life without that touch,
Implacable yearnings drive our lives,
We seek for such that we will never find
With means as crude as these.

I went to the leaf and turned it broad,
The water rolls down its chosen path,
Cascading towards the calling ground,
That beckons it with an earthly hum.
It’s in my head, this divine hum,
A sound as foreign as the day I was born.
Oh to remember it vividly
Feeling the loss of a peace unsought,
Overwhelmed by the gift that has just been given.
Cry out dear leaf, for the sun is here;
As it always has been,
And, for you, always will.


PrioriThought 2008