The Smell of a Storm Filled Sky

I am the electric smell of a storm filled sky
The light released when a soul dies
Oh golden light of the polar sun
Aurora Borealis and I are one
I am the windy kiss on the mountain pass
That sends the prayers to heaven and back
My mind is filled with thoughts and songs
I hear them at night and all day long
The conscious stream is melting the snow
Purple light is letting go
Of all the knowledge held in the air
Trapped in ice awaiting the stare
Of love to warm and flow the light
Into the hearts of those who might
Be the keepers of the flame
That calls the wakeful to this conscious game.
Could it be? Is it really time?
For light to dance within solar time?
The lessons flow and the geese do fly
Above the mountains healing the sky
Sacred trusts from long ago
Awaken now and begin the flow
Back into the minds of men
Now man’s spirit begins to bend
Hearts and minds into the one
Rekindled passion with the fun
Love is play, love is light
Find it wherever you might
The geese do call out as they fly
Awakening those that look so high
One goose takes flight, then the next
Until the sky becomes the nest
Of those who know and want to rest
High above the safety is best
We know the route the pathway is clear
We follow the lakes that are the mirror
Of consciousness stored from long ago
It has never stopped it has always flowed
Even when men’s minds rejected
The feminine light of those they negated.
The magic and power that has always been
Bringing the balance back so then
We can come to return the gifts
Given to us within every kiss.