There is a day
in the recesses of my memory -

Where the night shone brightly,
where the chill warmed hearts,
where the sound of the music slowly dying down,
picked me up and brought me back to life.

A moment of a million others…

So moving and yet still -
able to stand
out amongst the many
as i look over the horizon.

The hues and shades rise and fade,
blending
in a mixed concoction
of sensory stimulation and
spiritual awakening.

Drinking in the light as
i sit there reflecting,
on the mysteries of how i
came to find myself here
in the first place…

A riddle rides in on the waves,
replacing thought with wonder
as these ponderings leave me
lost as every other.

Sparkling pools of power
take me over
and i
am swept away.

Fluid and thus,
so rightly
just
to come up
for air, as needed.

Revealed in awe,
it melts and thaws,
gradually
over time…

Beams a’blazing and
quite amazing
to try and take it in -
all at once.

And so i ran…

Swiftly now,
sprinting.
Racing and running and
reaching for the ends of the world.
Oh! Why can’t i find it?
Am i not searching thoroughly enough?

Pacing and panting,
raving and ranting -
i collapse.
into everything
that i am and was,
in a dreamlike kind of stupor.

Head pounding
and heart pulsating
arrhythmically,
awoken by the pangs
of affliction.

I struggle to find my bearings.

Dusting off the minutes
that have passed me by,
i slowly rise
and
look about.

Am i here?
and where is that?
it feels that i’ve slept
a thousands years
without a second gone.

A glitch in the construct of time.

But is there any in this world
when what we speak is true?
the shelter of this ordered sense
defines not me nor you.

I know not how or why or when -
but all i am is now.

A whisper from within compels,
entrusted to my mouth…

I marvel at the mishaps
and the things
i have yet to see,

as i lay beneath a sunset
illuminated reverie.

marelle