The Hidden Word

They say she lives here somewhere
Where, they do not know
When storms jangle the valley
She wears a robe of snow
They say she lives here somewhere
For the soul on foot to find
And makes her morning rounds
Leaning on a cane of pine
And if she lives here somewhere
Then all of this she sees
From spring’s remembered beetles
To the last bones of the trees
The owl in the twilight,
The hour that lifts your eyes
From the question in your pocket
To the wandering of the light
And as I behold the autumn’s
Fiery eyes beholding me
There are times when they must see her
Other times they must see me
Are we one and are we only
Like a wind moves through the world
Like a God moves in its garden
To become the hidden word
I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake
When the autumn smells of ashes
Where your feet have left the road
When the road is just a memory
And the future just a word
When all that is of value
Lies hidden in the world
I lie down beside the river
To become the hidden God