We stand on the brink of veracity,
purloining the very stars above in our excitement,
silent as their constant gaze–
and no one
can conceive the crazed joy
bubbling like iced soda in a sudden flare
that relaxes to sweet release.
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
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
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!