Where the Sky Bends Down
© Candice James, Poet Laureate Emerita, New Westminster, BC
Where the sky bends down to kiss the grass
There is a sparkling silence of thunder
In the eye of eternity’s storm.
We are calm;
We are serene
As we weave our way
Through the surreal haze
Of these wonderful days,
Safe In the satin sleeve of life’s maze.
I am the child of the father
who owns the horse with no name
He is the father of the child
who rides the horse with no name
To the edge of a star and back
Trying to catch the wind.
Moving through circular squares,
Speaking in unborn languages,
Together
We dream,
We walk,
And we glide
Through distant echoes and memories of the past
In the golden glow of what dreams may come.
Where the sky bends down
To kiss the grass
We walk;
We glide
And we dream together…
Always together.