Without Name

If there were threads on the wind,
they’d get woven together.
All the sparks on the wind would become
a flame in the sky.
Many casual greetings would become
and angels’ choir.
And every man, woman, child, alive
would know each other
Without name.

Every wing on the wind
rides on familiar feathers.
The ocean, the sea, the river, the stream
knows every drop of rain in the sky.
Many casual glances would arrange
for hearts to fly,
And every man, woman, child, alive
would know each other
Without name.

Every song on the wind
rings in the angels’ voices.
Every secret explodes and becomes
the sunlight in the sky.
Many casual gestures would arrange
Love’s symphony
And the family of man would love, and fight,
and live, and die,
And love, and hurt, and live to rise
to know each other
Without name.

And the vision that would see so clear
doesn’t live in the eye.
No the vision that would see so clear
doesn’t live in the eye.
Does not live in I.
Does not live in I.
Does not live in I.

recorded version at:     soundcloud.com/wkh

About wkhardy

A long-time teacher, woodworker and musician who is now writing some ideas that have incubated for forty years -- ideas about WHAT SCHOOLS REALLY SHOULD BE!!!! And now, November of 2015, I'm posting poems and song lyrics from my book -- Once There Came A Thought.
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