They walk in the dreams of sunlight
Leaving the dust of their ancestral footprints.
They speak in a thousand ancient tongues
Making sounds that can always be heard
Gracing the music of the smallest heartbeat.
They leave spectral impressions in the sky
Hidden in between the lines of scattered clouds
That were left there long ago to be discovered.
To feel their invisible touch is like the magic sensation
Felt by the sand that is caressed by the sea.
Here in our brittle existence of hours and days,
We sometimes are surprised to dream their dreams
That come to us gracefully unannounced and unexpected.
In those extraordinary moments, we are introduced to the light
That is our constant inheritance and strength.
They were always here waiting for us to arrive.
Infinity knows the timeless spirit of their presence
That exists where the known and the unknown meet.
They wait to feel the warm, anxious breath of new life
And see new hope crack the dawn as it bursts from the dust.
Sometimes their ancestral tears fall from the heavens
When a single heartbeat lies silent within its aura.
Tears shed when we wander in isolation shunning the light
As we hide our eyes and lie covered by a counterfeit blanket
In the cruel cradle of our delusions and superstitions.
These uncounted spirits celebrate in the heavens
At the first cries of new life and new hope.
They wait patiently for the rebirth of unsettled spirits
To break through the unaccented crust of old darkness
And rediscover their lost infinity in the inherited unknown.
--Dennis J., 67
