Whispers Pierce

Finally at the ridge,
alone again...
yet found;
whispers pierce
a needed stillness,
...and surround.

The rock that shifts
beneath her feet
The circle scented
now complete
The wind which howls
sounds within
and becomes one with a cry
he cannot hear...

A tangled tale
of an endless year
A gift of knowing
never known
The rite of seeing
still unseen
Alone in a forgotten place
left to ponder a forgotten time
...a forgotten self

In a moment
between light and dark
In a reality
only now becoming real

With words as ancient
as the soul within
which through curse or fate
she may never forget...
enters trust;
an unwelcome guest
into a house with windows
turned away from the world,
catching only a secret sun,
where she leads a secret life.

And therein begins the dance
the sun
and moon
and stars...
...a soul set free

A defiant child
who in refusing to go home
finds home
who in a moment
of unconditional surrender
begins to know an unconditional peace.

And though the sun
must leave the dance
the moon and stars stay
and favor chance...
the angel who awaits the night.

There, waits the angel
...defiant child alone
with open arms
and full of grace
and memories she cannot tell.

Left to a world
and charged to find:
the child of laughter silenced
the dreamer left empty dreams
a bright spirit abandoned
on the dark side of the moon
with a voice
that knows not, its power.

Upon her knees
would this angel fall
if on this night,
amongst the stars,
you too should join the dance;
and in complete surrender
come to know
that nothing is left to chance.

~ Leila Aster