My heart needs the whisper of the wind.
It needs the silence surrounding dawn.
My heart sheds tears as it hears the song of the birds. The sunrise brings fluttering things that I need to know.
White butterflies have an obscure beauty, a purity and humbleness that my heart aches for in ways that I do not understand.
Little Squirrel; where are you scampering? Worm, did you know that the mockingbird was eyeing you?
Gentle Breeze; why do you blow? Where are you going? Do you know?
Tears…where are you bound, as glorious day breaks, who sees you?
Why cry?
The Green Grass knows your soul and the Water sees its sister streaming from your heart.
Broken? This heart is not broken. This heart is longing; longing for the freedom, for the joy, for the release from the power of the dark night.
My heart needs the whisper of the wind,
the power of Dawn as she silently awakens the world.
My heart yearns for you, Dawn.
I need your Light in my dim soul.
