Before rain, a barely windy night,
I stood wrapped silently in my
invisible blanket of fear.
In stillness, I run from secret danger,
hide from realized dreams.
There is a strangely tender voice
circling in the damp air
and tranquillity now lies somewhere
beyond the raging skies.
I escape for a brilliant, unexpected moment
of infinite calm into a strange
and sudden wonder,
as I listen to the magic colors
of you sound.
For, there is no intense fear
that cannot be exstinguished,
if only briefly, through the music
that plays forever in a crystal palace
beyond the shore of humanity.
Grant that I may not judge my niegbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasians
Native American prayer