within each breath,
we learn to see the light
the blue wind
lost by the horizon’s ocean
carries us away
delivering the nature of sorrow
and absence –
moments of remembrances,
hours of haunting memories
nightly echoed in somber valleys.
if we hold on to hope
those hours connect us in solitude
even if the loss
once blurred the whole way –
they unite spirits in this missing,
a pure esence of deep understanding,
the nearness of being vulnerable.
it reminds of a harmony
when a lake reflects soft autumn moon;
the spirit ascends towards the radiant vault
and you can perceive the melody
from engulfing space — a melody of souls;
then the glass inside is shattered,
uncaged fears slowly vanishing;
the heart opens to universal sea
connecting all, where angels are close
and we believe they’re floating in delight.
tears of rain fall
to wash aching splinters away
and the rainbow smiles from the sky
draped in cirrus clouds;
the budding bloom finds spring
as a sunswan is bathing in the pond
of warm azure waters;
a stirring breeze awakens the day
to grow , to breathe, to live.
and angels are there
forever beautiful and bright.