Is the time now to lay down my pen?
\nBecause I have no place to go?
\nBecause the steps from my door
\nlead nowhere?
\nThe words still come in my sleep.
\nI go to a window
\nand they fly from my heart.
\nBut the journal of myself remains blank.<\/p>\n
Lift me, sky, into your soul.
\nDissolve me in the silver of the zenith.
\nTrees, lift me piece by piece
\nto your branches.
\nLet me go to the very end of your fingers.
\nLet me dissolve like a dream.
\nI have come from the river
\nof a very great tree.
\nI flew off as a shadow,
\nas a promise,
\nwhen does a journey end?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Is the time now to lay down my pen? Because I have no place to go? Because the steps from my door lead nowhere? The…<\/p>\n