Would you walk with me

Would you walk with me
Would you share the river of stars

Would you wipe the tears from my eyes for the coming day..for the dying of the light.
Would you share the song in your heart?

Would you find yourself in strange places...
Would I?

Or remain forever lost to the world

Would the surface tension be to strong
To break through the veil between the seen..and the real.

Would you hide from me
Forever lost to time and tide
Ill show you yours..
If..
You show me mine.
Do you see?

Would you wipe the miles from my brow..cooling hand of wind in cloud
Would my thirst be forever slake
Or from the first step a mistake?

The first time..for the last time
You think i was the only one
To breath out the last time
From this world
To the next.

Forever changed
Marked some say
By the ever green..ever changing way.

Would you walk with me..stranger on the way..

Will we dance in dappled ways
Clouds for umbrellas

Will you sing for me
A song of eternity
Oh Pilgrim on the Way?

I hope your steps are as light as your heart
I hope the road meets your needs
Be Blessed.

Thank You!

Its an ancient calling inside that is coming out slowly, surely and teaching me to be ready for when the words come to fruition.
My muses voice sang so longingly, lovingly from afar..

My poor attempts at putting those songs to prose, left me ashamed and bereft at the inadequacy of mear language.

Its you
All of you that have that song...
More than on the lips
More than simply walking
It is so much more..and less of these

It is the movement
The prose of roses in the darkling sky
The blush and tears of dew on the side of the way at dawn.
It is your footsteps..be dusting the doorstep of Santiagos Home.
It is the first step
The first breath let out as you breath the air on the way.

It is the Joyous sorrow..of having reqched your hearts desire..and having to release that which mattered most
To return...reluctant and looking back
Home..?

The fierce and tearing longing of being away from that which takes away hurt
Yet
The delight of the Heart of when you here news from..There.
Be Blessed Pilgrim

For Robo
Figuratively, not literally..
Ime,usually the one walking slowly and quietly alone.
Who will also walk out into a raging storm to help you home