Crystal birds

Blasting sunshine 

I’m drifting way past sleep

Sometimes mourning 

Comes when morning comes

Oneself must give oneself 

Time to weep

& Sometimes nothing comes

 & nothing goes

Find myself staring

Into empty space with 

nothing to give or keep 

The Cacophony Calliope

Never slows

Shaman drumming ancient vibrations

Calling from within the deep

Dimly lit cavernous echoes

Of perceptive cellular memories 

I watch the world

And wonder how many stop

To feel what lies beneath 

The surging surface emotions 

That we act upon 

It’s sad, we could be so much more

if we tried to reach that unseen door