Wisdom

Sit down and listen, child, to the song of the cosmos.
Do you hear it? Can you taste it?
A faint woodland melody that begins at the pipes of Pan
And culminates in the thrumming of the rain
Do you hear it?
The sighs of a mourning seaside cave beside the almond sands
Booming its sorrows onto spectral alabaster cliffs
Can you taste it?
A lonely hymn, wrought out of tune
By the far-flung meandering winds
Do you hear it?
The chisels of the archaeologists of hope
Digging to unveil relics of what is yet to come
Can you taste it?
The last languish of a dazed wildfire
Obscured in the shadows of the smoke
Do you hear it?
The whispers of an old bent oak before the spring
The colours of life confiding in its branches again
Can you taste it?
The revolution at the tip of your tongue
And the storm that hides itself in the nib of your pen
All have their stories to tell
I may be old, and some day
This body will be forgotten
Like a decaying love letter stoppered in an old liquor bottle
But my soul will keep parading
Through all of empty space
Because, you see, child
The icecream you eat is swirled with chocolate
In the same way, our souls are swirled
With a heady blend of sunshine and emotion
Listen closely child
For the universe is confiding in you
Do you hear it?