Can You Hear Me?

[Baut Image: Flying to Avalon]

Can you hear me calling

Through the fogbound memories

Of Childhood;

And hiding by the carousel lights

As Christmas carols are chanted

Through cold December nights?

Can you hear me singing

On pastel mornings

In April;

While I fly my kite

Against the breeze, as you,

Sit drinking Jasmine tea?

Can you hear me running

Past the faceted mirrors

Of memory;

Casting smiles at the glistening

September sun, as you pack

A picnic lunch of forgotten dreams?

Can you hear me speaking

Of winds;

As laughter swells within

Your breast, and passes upward

Through your halo hair,

Casting reflected glints to the stars?

Can you hear the crackle

Of frostfire;

Growing on the indigo horizon,

As shifting spectrums

Glisten upon your dew dropped skin,

And bringing us together on eternities edge?

Can you hear the spheres

Of music;

Playing together in hues

Of unknown colours,

Becoming One with all that is,

And forever shall be?

Can you hear me calling?

Roger Allen Baut