Innocent  

Remember that rush of light when you were born? A thousand pages of yearning torn from these hands, searching for understanding- now enlightenment has found us quietly here. Souls drifting in a universal spin of starlight, trying to grasp a lifetime of wandering, wondering, writing and
whispering- this ancient song to the wind, the sun rising and setting, the rain and tired dusty roads stretching on behind and before us..We belong, to harmony- we belong, to longing, we belong- to every rising and falling song of nature.

© 2006 Ryan Baier