Perhaps You Too
You are bound, my friend,
to the strings of life’s rhythm—
in new awareness, new dreams,
in the stirring pulse of thought.
…Perhaps you too—
when those strings begin to loosen,
will call upon memory then,
wish to go where it leads you—
yet will not go.
…Perhaps I too—
will long to fly,
like a bird seeking its nest,
but will find no direction.
A muffled sigh will echo
through the emptiness,
and in the heart will sound a melody—
aching, tender, true.
Perhaps you too
gain nothing by thinking so much—
you’re fine as you are now,
in the pulse of your veins,
in the rush of blood’s music—
perhaps you’ll remain there,
deep in the essence of being…
Perhaps you too…
