There is a song

There is a song on the wind

calling me home

calling my heart to open its wings

to fly

There is a song on the wind

calling my name

with the bones of my ancestors

i am scattered 

into life

There is a song on the wind

calling me to love

to open my arms

to enfold wonder

to know its gentle rains

There is a song on the wind

calling me to surrender

to humility i fall

amongst the leaves and shoots

amongst the roots of the yew and the oak

i fall

There is a song on the wind

calling me to beauty

whisperings, melodies

the heavenly choir of angels sing

brush past my cheek

as a feather falls 

from its wings

There is a song on the wind

calling me to dance

dancing dreams into starbursts

dancing fears unto the night

dancing spirit to fly

out into the universal flow

where all of love is cradled in a bough

of a soft tree

This is where your song will find me

This is where the song will be