"Home"

She echoes over the valleys, fields and beyond the boundaries of life itsef A resounding whiper which treads a silver line through the heart of the one soul listenig. Words of truth and question creep on the carpet of the righteous and the striving. The cherry blossom buds of may fall like tears Tears of those awake and those asleep. She shivers on the grass of goodness and purity. A icy chill streams across the lake where the swan will glide and the duck will rise. The blue moon rests on the stars of the unliving while the skies open to the heavens. She cries to the "other":Where art thou? A gentle voice,so close, replies: "Home"