Wendy Slee

Who dares to walk this path?
Yet who dares to not?

So much anger, so much pain, so much false hope in a glass container. So much separation, so much anguish, so much filling of emptiness with the wrong substance.

Hope never looks in the mirror,
Indeed, she looks beyond,
For she holds her own reflection
In a place I have yet to find.

I am the silence
That weaves its way through the blackened sentinels
And binds them together in a tapestry of emptiness.
I am silence, the absence of sound
That creates a roar more frighte…

How far can a hug travel?
Can its strength endure the miles?
At the speed of light over five thousand k’s
Can you feel my smiles?

If I sit in perfect stillness
And quietly close …

In the dark night of our journey
When the lines drift free with no space in between,
Can we feel the warmth and wonder
In the folds of each other’s truth.

So take up your own small basket – gather what Spirit guides you to,
For what you keep as medicine – will be what life gives to you.

One tree, one solitary life,
One silhouette reaching into the sky.
One lone and weary traveller,
One road, that passes them by.

Memories, like toys abandoned,
Found later to be loved again,
So real, yet so elusive.

And the legions of the lonely, the single and the bored,
Come worship at the altar where Microsoft is lord.

The wheels keep turning round and round
This thing called life goes on
With lives and fortunes in the wake
Of the monster when it’s gone.

The tide has turned and shifted
New waves break on the shore
The winds of change blow swiftly
Like they never have before.

Lines on a piece of paper,
Lines upon the earth;
The mark of human hands -
Or aliens at work?

The Master musician knows.
In that instant between two notes
The silence dwells,

I wait in this empty space,
But love never looked back,
Just walked out, closing the door
And turned off the light.
Darkness – the color of your absence.