One Thousand Riddles

have we danced a thousand riddles?
seen a thousand dawns?
the yarn of forever, weaving
a place we can call home
this place, itself, spun from a hundred different dreams
dreams of madness, of kindness
of reason, of song
the birth of man finds me near
finds me in the face of the divine
a holy presence, that unwinds my body
unfurls my thought
unveiling the cost of it all
the price we all must pay
here, on the day that a smile torn down a mountain
where a breath, blew down the world
a world of ideas, of presence, of doubt
and as i stare outside, gaze at the world around me
i find nothing inside these eyes, nothing i can speak of truth
so where shall i be? where do i belong?
when all love is gone, the truth of man giving such meaning
to the pain of an endless wound, bleeding
forever, in the forest of hurt
planted in the dirt of longing
of seeing, where the waves of tomorrow
ripple, undulate, seem fascinated by a time
at times, no end, inside a moment
that has yet to begin
from the whirlwind of dream, here, sleeping
in the palm of my hand
i raise no flag here, call no triumph my own
but i long for tomorrow, long for forever, for the words of grace
to show me the face of morning, that shall cast no shadow
on the dawn of some long forgotten sorrow
a morning, that may bring in, the sounds of forever
the sounds of eternal flight, not begging for forgiveness
before the sun sets at night