Faint Glimpses

We stand on the brink of veracity,

purloining the very stars above in our excitement,

silent as their constant gaze–

nothing

and no one

can conceive the crazed joy

bubbling like iced soda in a sudden flare

that relaxes to sweet release.

 

I swear,

in this moment,

all things rise on pelican wings

to carry me to new heights of revelation,

as if the very fabric of time

were flapped back to reveal eternity

for one

breathless

moment.

 

No longer.

 

But a spark of hope has crept in,

wound its way through the chasms within

to ignite my life.

 

And I’ll fan this flame

til the day I am finally

engulfed.

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So day four is a tad late, but what the heck. I’ll have another poem up later and then we’re back up to speed!

Posted on April 5, 2013, in NaPoWriMo and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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