~oh, so gently hold my heart,
feel its beating on the palms of your hands
cease not holding it for, if you do,
it will no longer love the way i do you~
~oh, so gently hold my heart,
feel its beating on the palms of your hands
cease not holding it for, if you do,
it will no longer love the way i do you~
we are of the moon, of the stars in the noir of night,
we are of the sun that gives day delight and gives
energy to the river, and the tree, to the soar of the
eagle and the howl of the wolf, the orca's power and
dolphin jumping the waves in the sea, for we are all this~
i have seen the Mountains, i have swam the Sea with
dolphins jumping free, Orcas and their roar, while the
Osprey squeal, the Wolf howls, the Eagle soars, o’er
songbirds waking me in a choir near my head, resting
on a feather bed, opening my eyes from restless sleep
to the memories of yesteryear
i'm soothed by golden rays piercing through an ajar pane,
thus, to the waft of lilac and verdant fields, a wonderous
beginning of a welcomed gift to a new day
my heart is in a flutter, asking my spirit to rise and dance,
as the day arrives with a yellow-crimson Sun in the horizon,
and the sounds in the key of life
with so many years, now, rested upon my body,
wish to be able to see, hear, touch, taste and
smell with the ends of the strands of the hair on
my arms.
when my eyesight has left me, i will be able to
see by the sound in mine ears, and if my taste
buds have left me, i wish to remember sweet and
sour, hot and cold, spicy and bland just by smell.
when the scent through my nasal membranes have
dissipated, then i shall sit alone, still in silence, feel
my heartbeat attending to all that no longer is with
me, in sensorial memories, of all that i once had,