My soul’s passage
on a winding, twisting path
is a way with many bends
harboring surprises
These I both fear and welcome
these intrusions in my rhythm
that open both my heart
and my ears to the possible new song
A melody that is born
from a melancholy shadow
haunting and taunting this sun-drenched traveler
A memory that is borne
across hidden generations
as a salt sea journey carries stowaways
A mercy that gives form
to an untested hope
emerging from a chrysalis of discouragement
Breathe the air
draw it in deep
hold it while your lungs burn
and yearn to set it free
Release your hold
Give up your grip
Let your ship sail
and ride the breeze
Lead the breeze
on briny, balmy seas
Leaving this passage
Loving this passage in its wake.
(c) 2005 Steve Eulberg