Giants don’t matter

Tread gently,
tread softly,
without making a sound,
without announcing yourself,
on the sun-kissed sands,
on the wild grasses of the valleys,
on the snow-clad hills.
 
Let nature be,
let time be,
let will be,
you need not make a difference,
you must leave silently,
just as you arrived,
no grand schemes.
 
Laughter, tears, birthday cakes,
ink on paper,
talc on floor,
dust on shoes,
a life
lived with a full heart
from the first blink
to the last gasp.

...into a sky full of stars

The voices
in my head,
the quiet ones
the loud ones,
some thunder.
 
The quietest, meditative ones
sometimes
whisper into my ears,
wrap the lightning around me,
give me wings,
let me fly away.