Voices

Are those voices
I perceive?
or pigeons cooing
on the eaves
distant whispers
tickle my ear
filling me with
joy and fear

Joy of seeing
someone new
fear of what
they may do
if they discovered
the secret that I have
held for many years

The trees
hold silent vigil
forever they're on guard
the mountains slowly echo
the rivers wandering song
the air so fresh it tingles
every sense alive
a secret worth protecting
until the day I die

Mother nature rules here
never have a doubt
she draws you in with
her beauty
then it's a
life or death bout
fools often perish
Mother nature smiles
another pesky human
has tried and failed tonight

no it's not voices
that I hear at all
it is just the remnants
energy, that's all
try to imagine
all who came before
staring at you silently
waiting for some distant call

The secret that I hold so dear
is nothing really new
just look around inside yourself
the key will then find you
until the day you do this
you will stumble in the dark
never take for granted
permission you have not
if there is a lesson
in this life to hear
maybe you will
heed me, draw me near
and I will set you free