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.
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.
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.
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.
she flies from one role to the next. artist. lover. protector. with every encounter adding new skills to her utility belt. this multitasking super heroine thrives in exhaustion. puzzles the pieces of daily compromise. but finds time to hang her cape. momentarily. relax in comforting concoctions. and rejuvenate in stormy sunsets. knowing that tomorrow will call for her ample abilities again.
were you lost. in the madness of mundane. here we forget. and manifest. this way. to that sacred space. a path twists ahead. join us. the coquettish dreamers tiptoeing through provocative vines. we whisper desires. seedlings that root and flourish in the mystic. adding depth to our play. as we find enchantment. and each other. in a labyrinth of golden cascades.
renewed vitality. bursting from bushes viridis. i am on the prowl. ready to pounce. consume. absorb. devour the vastness before me. with every pursuit a chance of hidden pitfalls. threatening my advance. but adapt to the shifting soot underneath my dexterous paws. and the want to hunt will continue. enamored by the charm and magic of sinking in to new prey.
sight lines shift. flowing with the moodiness from life’s erratic nature. hazy one day and brilliantly clear the next. but that horizon. that glow. she is a constant. an energy. a source to tap into. run. dance. soar untethered into. soak every succulent sip of those unrivaled perfectly full days. and hope the next sundown is met with the same intensity.