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.

Even the geese are flying in all directions.

Is it entanglement from these synthetic threads strewn within my breath?

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.