I cry a thousand tears

for  loves that would not be

drowned in their fear of flying

lost in their broken wings

I hold a thousand hands

for the girl, the boy, dancing alone

to lead them to their fire heart

out of the ancient grief.

I weave a thousand threads

for the webs of our lives

the intertwining tapestry

no ends and no beginnings

I dream a thousand dreams

for sleep and waking journeys

as we all are each other

the teacher and the seeker

And over this old earth

beneath my naked feet,

Under this silent sky

above my naked soul

I draw a thousand breaths…

© 2011, Filomena Ianni – 18th August 2011