I sauntered in the old place
Looking about for that familar face
Thrice I had screamed
"I AM HERE,PLEASE DONT TEASE"
wind whistled through the old windows
Dust and despair filling this old soul
Drops from the cherry tree pound the roof
Echoes of Her reverberate living proof
"Whatchya doing buddy,write anything new?"
"Sure did Mum,something for You"
Silent strings no songs heard here
Just my shuffle and the flowing tear
Still the images
Remembering lineage
I am the ghost in the hall
Watching leaves fall
Their color Her color the hue
Spirit of love the one giving me view
Where was She this house these rooms
Cannot stay in this erected tomb
Turning around to make my escape
I stopped knowing what She'd say
" with you always,this you know"
"You are of my skin,carry my glow"
"Magic stays even as you grow"
"Footsteps,in the snow"
"your colors within"
"Touches ,the visiting kin"
"The amble of your carry"
"To loves that are very"
"The way you go on"
"The perpetual Mothers son"
Knowing that and making my leave
I walk out the door seeing the trees
I am that becuz of the She
Waking and being living and dream