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