I still lose myself

In the richness of my days

When a moment breathes

Through the breeze or the rain

Or when sunshine sighs in my ear.

I still sit and spot the silence

And then enter fully in;

I still fall down before the sacred

And lose its perfect moment.

I may not speak the words

Which spark the longing starshine

In the souls of the lonely

As I used to.

I may not weave the flames

Dancing through my head

Into strands of passionfire

As I used to.

But I still shine through

Light and Life;

Paths hidden and triumphant

Lead away from my door.

For all of the darkness before me,

I still get around.