Just standing on rich brown earth,
Cold damp seeping, skin to bone.
Wind ripping apart doubts and fears,
Scattering their tooth-marked bones to the ground.
Lightening cracking open anger’s flames,
Their flickering red light exposing heart’s well of grief.
Ancestral souls, watching from the shadows with deep-set eyes,
Dancing and chanting our way back home.
© David R. Durham, 2016, All Rights Reserved.
Echoes of Somewhere
Somewhere there is a beating human heart,
Human heart, human heart;
Somewhere there is a heart that is singing,
Is singing, is singing;
Somewhere there is our dearest lover,
Dearest lover, dearest lover;
Somewhere there is the warmest of smiles greeting us,
Greeting us, greeting us;
Somewhere there is our human life, consumed and soon forgotten,
Soon forgotten, soon forgotten;
Somewhere there is an angel chanting, chanting our healing songs,
Healing songs, healing songs;
Somewhere there is a truth so near, so simple,
So simple, so simple;
Somewhere there is an eternal home we never left,
Never left, never left;
Somewhere there is a God who never believed in our human dream,
Human dream, human dream;
Somewhere is here,
Is here, is here.
© David R. Durham
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