in the darkness, I see light 
glowing patterns and specks that dance about my subconscious 
swirls that coalesce into vision 

I find myself beside you on the crest of a forgotten hill 
stones scattered about us 
the scent of moss and heather upon the air 

'teach me' I ask 
you answer with silence 
staring with those granite eyes into the forest depths 

wind makes the trees dance 
rain falls and flowers grow 
animals seek shelter within the grove 
it has always been so 

'what should I see' I ask 
you only blink in acknowledgment of my words 

time passes in silence 
slips across existence like a thief of moments 

I look and the forest is gone 
lifeless grey has replaced the vivid greens 
spreading upon the land like a scaly disease 

'what is this?' I cry 
you turn and stare into my heart 

understanding is a pain that bursts in my soul 
the guilt of apathy and indifference 
of inaction 

I have stood inside myself and done nothing 
'but what can I do?" I plead 

"Silence is for the darkness," you whisper 
"Bring voice to the light" 

Bring voice to the light..... 

my pen screams across the paper 
cries for the trees, for the land, for our lives... 

and then it is that I know 

beauty is as lost when it is no longer seen 
as are words that are never spoken 

'Bring voice to the light' you say... 

Give voice to the world! 

wind makes the trees dance 
rain falls and flowers grow 
animals seek shelter within the grove 

may it always be so.... 


~ Karli 5/19/2000 ~