pensivemuse

 Summer Wind The warm wavy air Streaming past the countryside Leaves an evening fair As one takes moments in stride   To feel the warm rush Sweeps all emotion away Leaving not a hush But clarity in the sway   Tawny skies of day Fill the void and emptiness Paving the lost way Of feeling most bliss   Rare times such as these Does much to heal and mend Farewell to the swift breeze Oh how short the summer wind.

The Light It is in that moment, stepping out into the light in the center of a dilated pupil that the perpetuating hesitation to fully embrace the impending truth, revelation begins and ends with an applause. Neither a dream nor reality But the simple glimpse of the possible Allows each clap to become an echo Like a ripple in the pond of the future I am the stone of change. The show does go on as each act in life passes. With the courage to perform, I live to burn with an undying fire of passion. It is in that moment, stepping out into the light that this time is it and all eyes are on me.