FEET

We are walking through fields
Your feet go where mine go
And the cornflowers wave with the wind
We were the first walkers and word makers
And our voices were defined not by the sound
Of our voices but their vibrations
Waves that were carried in the aeons of silence
So be careful of words
Our children and the angels bear them witness
Just as footprints fall so those fallen may rise
Pray our feet fall on hallowed ground

And We watch the earth from the moon
An Earth spinning majestic
Not from fire or oil
But from a vortex magnetic
And my feet fall
To the call of all