Timelapse

Only the eyes of owls can be seen here;
They are the stars, they radiate

And every constellation
Is a fraction of God's DNA
That we were made to notice and navigate

As the moon commands the tide
To balance the weight of change
We must learn to follow all the same

When the northern lights were born
The color poured into our eyes
Like tipping a glass with the ocean inside

Into the darkness
We will send our symphonies -
A shorthand of existence
A slowly turning key
The voyager will leave us
With this modest memory of home

When the sunlight wakes the earth
From its deep sleep
All creatures bloom
And through lifted lashes, all is new

As a newborn recognizes
Its mother's voice from inside the womb
May we remember the warmth of our youth

The overture was written
Like the calm before a storm
With hummingbird precision
We must follow every chord...

Time-lapse reveals a slight of hand
It unties the rules of time and plan
Stillness is only a state of mind
A blind spot that brightness has left behind
Wet paint is a privilege that we will find

As the wrist of an artist
Pulls the foreground into the frame
We must learn to focus, all the same

All these restless conversations
Have tied a string to every living thing
And our illustrations will draw them near