Something has been Forgotten

Something has been forgotten through the ages.

A dance, perhaps, a song.

Rituals spoken in symbols.

When peace kissed the land.

My children, you seem to loop around

in giant circles.

Touch your heart,

I want to live there again.

Hold your forehead,

I wish to be remembered there too.

Just as the songs of the morning birds are carried by the listening wind,

I long to land in the hearts of man,

once again.

Held in stillness like a precious stone.

I want to be remembered,

in the taste upon your tongue,

like the feeling of sand between your fingers,

like a smooth stone in your palm.

In the dance to the rhythm of

my heartbeat.