I am hearing it everywhere, my name silently whispered ...
rushing in through the open door,
riding in on the pearly light, like
every humble traveler, carried along by forces larger than he understands.
The golden breeze of journey.
Warm luminaries, beaming hope and clearing away the confusion of shadow.
I see tiny glitters in your eyes, and
a million blades of sunlit grass, and
one eternal jeweled cloud.
All beacons, to let me know I'm on my way ...
(lost forever, guided forever)
majestic highlights,
colorful traffic lights,
melancholy moonlight.
all projecting from me, now, too,
as my name is gliding
(forever ...)