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Untamed Whispers
© 2015 cd floro, ascap
Dedicated to nephew W.B.

Untamed whispers whispers from wilds of the mind

settle down as rain on hair and face

embrace the journey she is your child

Unknown mooring cast off lines set off free

Unencumbered by geometry of cities

Leanin’ on walking stick headin’ through wildwood kitchens

Flowers, we grew them in sixties fashion and ate them

in hillside groves we danced in unfilmed movies

you were a sparrow chirping from the throat

Longings grow tardy at the cabin door, and got no strength to knock

Briefly candle shines but no one comes

the big door is our own to open and to close

I chew bones and howl as coyotes do across a barren place

where did it all go the redwood steeples

I am not friendless but alone tonight with whispers

Tonight I am alone with these whispers come from wilds of the mind from the wild and gentle rain settling down on hair and face

a voice calls me come, return to the journey

voice calls me come, return to the journey