Carndo (Bill Whitehorn)

[carndo]

if it seems

that I'm today's cynic

then find a way

to show me that I'm wrong

show me the hope

show me the love

show me the joy

that seems to be missing

is this world of reality

of truth

that finds a way

to bite one in the ass

I want to believe

in something more

in what I see

within this world's greed

so much suffering

in today's blood and guts

spilled out needlessly

here I am

holding out my hand

reach out and make me see

[carndo]

bare limbs

reaching for Spring

the warmth has not come

as of yet

but somehow that time will come

I know

patience is the key

but sometimes

that's a hard thing to keep in mind

yet somehow

it must be

and still

we wait

[carndo]

celebrated

within those seasons

where time slows

within a simple eon

reaches made

but somehow incomplete

what is it that I'm looking for?

I'm not really sure

so I'll keep looking

until then

my journey continues

within those roads and trails

in undiscovered shores

so yes...

somehow I make

that footfall

in unknown countrysides

[carndo]

silent wings

that soar within the wind

horizons met beyond the twilight

clouds

that find

those whispers

only in a moment of time

yet hover

within a crescendo

serenade within

that current

almost like a memory

that has slipped

from one's grasp

[carndo]

broken bottles

that lay in the grass

where some forget

that it's their responsibility

to pick up after themselves

our surroundings take care of us

so why don't we do them same

in that regard?

because we humans

think we own

everything around us

and forget

that we too

are apart of the environment

so what affects

out environment

also affects us

[carndo]

sister moon

to touch within

that passion

risen within the soul

where that sensual desire

finds that moment

in which two share

visions of bliss

devotion touches

when least expected

splendor and affection

sweetness with the heart

where one listens to the warm

that gift of love

that touches with the quiet shore

private between two

[carndo]

soulships

that rise within the horizon

into what purpose

is anyone's guess

yet they sail into new ports

where that journey

finds a destination

within the winds

of the four corners

those coastlines

of unknown civilizations

that rest within a certain imagination

those autumn constellations

where one can see Taurus

within the stars

[carndo]

echoes

remain

within the hour

serene

yet somehow syncopated

in that edge of time

serenaded

just beyond that whisper

precarious

within the resonance

where recollections

find that purpose

dialects of voices

lost within

[carndo]

within that century

I envision that hope

upon the sacred

celebrated only with the heart

secret whispers

enduring within the insight

immanent of simpler times

drawn in that best of visions

serenaded

verse by verse

yes...

I am moved

[carndo]

here I am

with a song in my head

that somehow I just can't get past

somehow it matters not

only that I continue

with my smiles

and walk along my path

wherever it may take me

find what pleasures

that life affords

reaching that kindness

that I myself

can show

[carndo]

clouds touch with the blue

where the green of the trees

both combine

in the sky

yet find

their own place

within this world

as life celebrates

its own moments

a breeze touches

to cool off

one's needs

yet somehow

time finds a way to smile

[carndo]

sandstone cliffs

that reach where

eagles soar

in currents

and mists of the San Juans

blood red memories

where ancient people

lived in canyons

called the Anasazi

cliff dwellings

against what is known as

Mesa Verde

spirits still sing

with Kopokelli

where the flute

still remains

[carndo]

learning to roar

within this

obtuse, unfettered

cage

that we call

Earth

where the silence

is echoed

in those shadows

where the darkness

smiles within the chaos

and whispers

come find me

[carndo]

wind whispers

through those echoes

that reach

within that silence

forever touching

beyond the common place

those arches

that stand as sentinels

guarding monuments

to some silent god

long forgotten

yet in that eon

those myths

that once had priority

now somehow is lost

[carndo]

those deep undertows

that recess

within the mind

allowing paranoia

to overwhelm

common sense

that current

of fear

that permeates

and recesses

certain truths

and no one ask

simply

why?