Saturday, June 18, 2011

Can You Hear Me?

[Baut Image: Flying to Avalon]

Can you hear me calling
Through the fogbound memories
Of Childhood;
And hiding by the carousel lights
As Christmas carols are chanted
Through cold December nights?

Can you hear me singing
On pastel mornings
In April;
While I fly my kite
Against the breeze, as you,
Sit drinking Jasmine tea?

Can you hear me running
Past the faceted mirrors
Of memory;
Casting smiles at the glistening
September sun, as you pack
A picnic lunch of forgotten dreams?

Can you hear me speaking
Of winds;
As laughter swells within
Your breast, and passes upward
Through your halo hair,
Casting reflected glints to the stars?

Can you hear the crackle
Of frostfire;
Growing on the indigo horizon,
As shifting spectrums
Glisten upon your dew dropped skin,
And bringing us together on eternities edge?

Can you hear the spheres
Of music;
Playing together in hues
Of unknown colours,
Becoming One with all that is,
And forever shall be?

Can you hear me calling?

Roger Allen Baut


  1. Love the imagery... the longing. Beautifully crafted.

  2. Hi and thanks so much for your comment Reflections; sincerely appreciated and pleased you resonated to "Can You Hear me?" Roger ☺