Notes: In my mind, I hear this as a lullaby. Once I hear more of it, it will be played and recorded. Thank you, Ni-Cara, for the title!-gmh
Originally written: 8.29.11, 11:30pm.
ever so softly goes the time
Stretching across the distance
until I have nothing left to give
nothing left to hide
The smell of rain
fills the olfactory nerves
making the world fill with
the musty dusty smell of
dirt and wet concrete
Flowers grow until they fade
then seed, die, rebirth
sharing their bounty in
the cycle of life
Wheels roll ever onward
until there is no more ground
on which to roll
And then they rocket
onto the sky, the moon,
the stars, the universe
leaving all else in its wake.
Leaving everything behind
in search for the ultimate
question
Then the bowl tips
the water spills
and it all begins again