I hear the sound of wind in trees.

Leaves rattle and talk to the night.

Soon they will fall, harvest of gold.

 

Rain on the roof, what does it say?

Drum beats in a forest, words for me?

A flurry of tears, voice in the dark.

 

Soon snow will whisper soft sounds.

So quiet, yet they speak loudly to me;

alone on my bed, thinking sad thoughts.

 

Drip of the thaw wearing away stone.

Wearing away the peace in my heart,

thoughts that haunt, from long ago.

 

How may I lay these ghosts to rest?

Deeds that haunt me through shame,

selfish, mindless acts and words.

 

A voice speaks loudly in my mind.

Before you would forgive others,

learn to forgive yourself!

 

 

David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, February, 1999