Goldenhour

awash in a foreign cast. alien. outsider searching for crevices. footholds. ways to route a path of comfortable disservice. for growth sprouts from discomfort. advance. vining along one course. only to tangle in thorny brush the next. and force a reflective rerouting. proceed. despite the forever feeling one does not belong. and learn to embrace the uniqueness each unparalleled pattern offers.

when wishes need emitting make them on fleeting floating seeds. that delicately dance into the stratosphere. carrying those desires up. higher. to reach beyond our world. drawn into a gravitational waltz. magnetized. where the sun leads them in box step. spiraling until they are swallowed. fused. in a blaze of wondrous light. and become their own radiant beam of hopeful emission.

a dreamy chick soaring in sunshine highs. finds freeing strokes can quickly turn to struggled flits. when the ground grasps at wings. and the air rushes away. she’s fallen. momentarily stricken with gravity. that pulls those cloud-high desires down to reality. sinking into the honey mixture of bitter beginnings and sweet rewards. that come from humility in accepting an imperfect flight.

riding the descend of one moment and the dawn of another. i recognize this repeating pattern. of sweet mixed sadness creating a confused concoction. duplexity. a calm exterior hides my internal unrest. crisscrossing against the grain. those troublesome shadows revel in revealing emotions. hidden under anxious hair play. that sneak to the surface when least expected. and catch me off guard.

there’s this thing called hope. we all get it on occasion. comes out of a kind gesture, word, or view. sinks its unrealistic teeth into one’s subconscious. and leaves its rosy residue behind. embedding. waiting until reality resumes to rekindle that optimistic flame. fire. that burns ahead. alight with potential. promising fortunate futures. for those willing to mix hope with action.

first light of a new year washes ashore. paints my world in blues and golds. dawning. it warms the air, the earth, the developing days. cascades its promising power over this solitary start. where a release from before. and a welcome to the now. collide under cotton puffed skies. present. in the 2017 dawn. i vow to embrace every day to come.

through the distortion. beyond the beguiling comfort of solitary shadows. and above the hibernating soil. falls an aura. casting a glowing sheath of strength. a light that washes away consuming anxiety. offers warmth in negative space. through this illuminated lens. we gain clarity. understanding. how to learn from the dark while maintaining the light. and teeter on the edge of asymmetry.

 

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after too many colorless sailing days. a swell of gold highlights harbor. ahoy. i have landed. washed up on familiar shores. with boulders built from eroded memories. to rediscover lost loves that were always there. guides. faintly fizzing in crashing waves. waiting to carry me back. willing. across the stress seas. to exciting uneven ground. that induce the need for ready.

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a darkness is spreading. but with a turn you hit me. consume every space. around in and through me. my celestial obsession. reminder of hope. you golden goddess who breathes energy into wilting wintry souls. i hear you. and fear nothing. armored with the knowledge that your courageous rays rise daily. we will resist this ugliness. band together. and create anew.

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lively gardens grow out of layered time. combine cross pollinating the circumstances of now. with ripe heirloom fruits. to form an asymmetrical balance. perfection. teetering in the light and shadows of expansion. between rooted toes and aerial limbs. that create a viney reflection. of each golden ringlet leading to here. to this sprouting existence. an ethereal being. in a splintered sunset.