It’s in the quiet moments we lose ourselves
In the gaps between the somethings
Filtered through the cracks in our souls

Age is beauty in wholeness
Grasping for the last few drops
Of nascent blood in ancient soul

World seen true in century’s time
Worth its weight in old

A golden autumn breeze
Cools the battered bones
And through the overstory

                                           a w a y
                                  and
                            up

Carries us up

It’s in the quiet moments we conquer ourselves
We make amends with past
And with it find glory in misery
Dreams are never what they used to be

It’s in the quiet moments we deny ourselves
Who are you to contend with fate?

A helpless romantic in rose starlight
Or a soul lost at sea, forever a horizon’s pace from the shore of tomorrow
Or the sleepless oracle of time never come
Or a poet in wolf’s clothing?

The one who hears learns a thousand things
And the one who listens lives a thousand lives

It’s in the quiet moments we become ourselves
To believe in oneself is to believe in Tomorrow
And in Tomorrow’s light we are reborn

Reborn to the
                          pitter
                                     patter
                                                 melody of the heart

To the
             pitter
                        patter
                                    drumbeat of raindrops on leaves

To the
            pitter
                       patter
                                   innocence of footprints on sand

It’s in the quiet moments we listen
To our truest selves
To the ever-present voice
To those we hold close
And drift off to sleep