| Standing on the edge, looking down into the unknown. Wanting to step off, to take wing and fly. Never knowing exactly why. Swaying with the wind humming softly to tunes unheard. Wondering only what shall we find. Closing my eyelids softly seeing everything clearly. Hearing the voices sing wordless songs. Asking. Whispering into the wind. Waiting to hear you calling back. I hear you. You whipser too. Grace. |
| Secret Song |