fly the bird path... fly...

Ever since my house burnt down

I see the moon more clearly.

I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me.

I saw Edens that I had held in my hands,

but let go.

I saw promises I did not keep,

Pains I did not sooth,

Wounds I did not heal,

Tears I did not shed,

I saw deaths I did not mourn,

Prayers I did not answer,

Doors I did not open,

Doors I did not close,

Lovers I left behind,

And dreams I did not live.

I saw all that was offered to me,

that I could not accept.

I saw the letters I wished for,

but never received.

I saw all that could have been,

but never will be.

These images are a letter to my dreams.

 

These letters are my letters to you.  

I want to join the dance that has no steps,

I want to become the dance.

Feather to fire

fire to blood

blood to bone

bone to marrow

marrow to ashes

ashes to snow.

The whales do not sing

because they have an answer.

They sing because they have a song.

What matters, is not what is written on the page,

what matters, is what is written in the heart.

 

So burn the letters

And lay their ashes on the snow,

At the river's edge.

When spring comes and the snow melts

And the river rises,

Return to the banks of the river

And reread my letters with your eyes closed.

 

Let the words and the images

wash over your body like waves.

Reread the letters,

with your hand cupped over your ear.

 

Listen to the songs of Eden

Page, after page, after page.

Fly the bird path

Fly... 

  
Ashes & Snow by Gregory Colbert