Alive
August 23, 2008
Alive and free,
alive at last.
Alive as the daylight’s first rays devour and chase away the dreary mist and chill sunken heavy, low and thick from a sightless blackened night of fallen dreams once lost in slumber’s lull.
Alive and soaring,
Alive once again.
Alive as midnight’s moonlight, softly glowing pale light, dances on rippling waters shimmering on a late summer’s silent eve tingling with magical enchantment calling, waiting, setting the soul in flight.
