Beneath this foreign sky,
Beside this
foreign shore,
I lie on stones
which hold me,
Warmed by my
blood, they mould to me.
Ancient rock now
pounded to a pearl
Whispering songs of Immortality.
Share with me your
secrets,
Tell me of the force
which courses through you,
Sing to me the
song that once we naturally knew,
Of sap that flows
through leaf and wing.
Sing to me again
your songs of immortality.
Because I think I
know now,
Think I'm learning
to un-learn and free
The force which
drives the sun and sand and sea,
To recognise again
the tune
That hums through
all of us in sweet simplicity.
Invisibly and
quietly it moves,
Unheard, unnoticed
and unseen
Until one day, we
may, if we are still enough,
Awaken to the
voices of the sea
And so, along with
stone and leaf and wing
We find that we
already know
The song that
sings of Immortality.
