I wrote the following in the 90′s. The first line of this has been on my mind for the last month, but I didn’t have a digital copy of it. I finally located my files I stored here at my sisters so I decided to post. It was written all at once, like a stream of consciousness.
I walk on tear drops from a thousand eyes,
as ancient as the core of a mountain.
With gentleness profound and earthly,
I feel the subtle shifts of a mind.
In brief moments of disbelief,
I see into a thousand tomorrows’.
Forever concealing the nature of their existence,
I shelter the secrets of those many hearts.
In flesh or dust,
Through centuries or millenniums,
I will keep the silence of them all.
I am the air, the trees, the rock and water.
I am the hearts future,
and the souls tomorrow.