In the rarefied air of a distant Sunday
I fell into a evergreen shadow
late, in July
upon a barren peak
where the sky is a holy blue
an empty song , the missing clouds
the wind a sting
in my ears
I , in perspective
the daring edge
upon these high places
of sharp angles and surreal horizons
my gaze reaching
into the expanse
of loneliness
there
and now, as my mind raced into the Sun
wingless
my thoughts swirling
like the dark water I desperately wished for
as I withered under this solemn tree
wind torn and bare
my thirsty eyes
my anxious heart
alone and removed
my back turned
I fought the glare
the rushing blur of
delirium and faces
feeling - everything
clinging
memories
the haunting regret
clutched in the hands of those who sank within that sea
and I felt the shadow surround me
as I pushed my hands into the dust and stone
to take root
into this earth from
a seed of hope
where I felt a smile
in the bloom of a golden flower
twirling in the breeze
and I caught my breath
as the Sun fell into the evergreen shadows
and the sky filled with the music of the stars
I rose to the moon
as time and will
revealed
the answer to the secret
within my heart ~
Believe
copyright 2013 Robin Amaral