Songs of Spirit

The songs of spirit are songs of rolling tides and dancing flames 

  of sloping meadows and frosted winds

Pale stars flicker in amethyst skies, drawing my gaze upward with their gravity

The light of them mere reflections of the light in me

The songs of spirit are songs of sleepless nights and wakeless days

     of traversing the palpable light of dusk or dawn

Gilded crests of mountains wear crowns of snow and ice

The sublime in them mere reflections of the sublime in me

The songs of spirit are songs of mindful intention

     of planting thin-shelled seeds in beds of wind-washed dirt

Stickly shoots sprout from wombs in the soil

The potential in them mere reflections of the potential in me

The songs of spirit are songs of glass eyes and crystal smiles

     of brushed lips and mussed hair

Smooth vibrations trickle down my neck and chest

Your fingers mere reflections of mine

The songs of spirit resound in the hearts of every sentient being 

     plucking complex harmonies from ribbed strings

I look at you and you look at me 

     and for this moment we simply are

To light the waxed candle of a parched heart

To drink from the moon-laden stream of cosmic waters

To flutter with the gusts of sun-bronzed winds

To fold with the rise of time tested vales

To love with the spinning light of life

These are the songs of the Spirit