Friday, April 15, 2016

Amnesia

You...
Always thought that you knew,
Why wind moved through the trees
As it blew.

You...
Always felt that you had some insight,
About the stars
That fell in the night.

You...
Always felt that the sea,
Would deliver you
Where you should be.

You...
Always made every mountain a hill,
Thought that falling
Could never be real..

The wind is blowing where it will
As stars fall from the sky,
The sea is deep and living,
The mountains are quiet and high.

But you...
Forgot that you came from the wind,
Didn't remember to bend,
Now you're left with nothing to send.

And you...
Forgot that some stars have to fall,
Falling stars
Are a part of it all.

And you...
Forgot that the sea is alive,
And sometimes
You never arrive.

And now...
In your nightmare, the hill is so high,
As you fall
You are praying to fly.

The wind is blowing where it will
As stars fall from the sky,
The sea is deep and living,
The mountains are quiet and high.


Bruce Mundhenke



Stones

Stones on the way in through the tunnel,
Stones on the playground at school,
Stones for even the wise man,
Many more for the fool.

Stones for the woman that chooses,
Stones for the one who does not,
Stones for the woman of purity,
Stones for the woman who's bought.

Stones for the young men who follow,
More for the ones who do not,
Stones for the men who make their own laws,
More for the ones who get caught.

Stones for the young ones who hunger,
Stones for the old as they die,
Stones for the victims of senseless hate,
More for their loved ones that cry.

Stones for the kings as they gather,
Stones for the peasants without,
Stones for every believer,
More for those in doubt.

Stones for all who are dying,
Stones that haven't been made,
Stones in rows on the fresh green grass,
Stones that burn in the shade.

Bruce Mundhenke