I heard the footsteps
in the sand
but no one
was around.
I saw the lightning
in the sky
but then
there was
no sound.
I heard a voice
so softly then
seep into
my dreams,
Still the moisture
did evaporate
with the rising
of the sun.
Yet at dusk
I heard you calling
beckoning love divine
seek no sign external,
eternal essence lies,
In the cool of night’s journey,
in the breath that is the star’s
softly lilting in the morning
when the sun unfurls his eye
At the darkened shadows
hurling somber bolts of light
a purer truth unveiling
the light that torches night.
s.k.lindeman