My friends are holding on together
So tight that I cannot see
Their thick hair.
Only color changes on the outside
As sun comes and goes
Rain and clouds
Or the dark nights and moonlight.
Let me just peek
For one little fraction
of timeless time that passes you by
I promise you won’t even see me
or hear my breathless silence.
I am waiting your permission
to visit the sacred site
Beneath your feet
Moving in the rhythmic dance
Of liberating winds.
I can see the sunshine in your hair…