Elation

Pebble road, and ashes scattered scarlet

Tarnished in the harness of mystery

I beckon to fields not yet wandered

All I have squandered are riches in waiting

WE are foreseen and foreknown

In a world rotating upon our axis

Each tear is a diamond forged over time and adversity

Awakened

We speak in tongues unknown

Even to ourselves

Crushing down upon each moment

With the weight of our decisions

Driven from recklessness to regal

We stand taller as the wind whips its frenzy all around us

Poised and positioned

Each new moment

Merely revision

Of that which we already knew

But never gave it grace to see it through

Fearlessly formed in a fountain of rich embroidery

Are the lines in your hands defining the vase that is you?

The flowers you place within

Or the weeds you let begin

Are your call

And no one else's

I release myself into the wondrous world of self composure now

Where words overtake me

Flowing through me

Like blood pumping from an all giving heart

This is my world

This is my art

These are the words that remain when I go

My after glow

Sent to someone who needs their steady comfort

They don't come from me

They're all around me

I just catch them like butterflies

No time to even know what I write

My mind is not involved

True identity resolved in a circumference of sleekly spun whispers

The gravity of which

Enriches me beyond my five senses

Taking me from this body

To an endless body of ocean

Of which there is no shoreline

Just the divine rise and fall of tides

Worries don't dwell in this place

My boyhood refuge

It grows within me

Exploding into the skyline like a new dawn

Releasing me of all that pains me

My spirit set to air

This is who I am at my most bare

Freedom and solace in a language truly my own

My galaxy

My legacy

Every fibre within me

Burning like blazing coal

A hand upon my shoulder

Reassuring me to let it all just be

Oblivion turned into a harmonious chorus

If all that lies ahead

And all there is before us

Feeling in a gasp

Pleasant riches

I yearn for the sweet cry of morning

And it does not disappoint me

I'm growing

Beyond even my knowing

A state I struggle to translate

Sweet scented draping cuddles of mornings embrace

The smooth warmth of sun upon my face

And so the new day begins

Holding me up

Lifting my chin

Reminding me of all I am within

Take my hand and watch as it turns to sand

Where seashells settle

And I truly understand

Take this morning miracle as the gift that it is

BE more than a pedestrian watching smog riddled cities collapsing

Create crystal labyrinths of this new day

Wonder into the sunshine wonder

Of forever after

In a moment caught less fragile