Blossoming

Hear the still summer longing –the sweetness of crickets beyond the border,beckoning to the world for lives to (re)live.The silent attraction of wandering –an exploration of the growing earth andthe misted waters and star-filled sky.The blanketed light filters throughlike deep underwater fractures, sweepingacross those grassy plains like bonded gold.It's there that the revelation of spiritsaunters above the canopied floor, whiskingaway all the pains of early moments and tears.The flowering of water-lilies filling the airas they rise above the mud and murky waters,lifting their blooms towards the unknown, resting.Stretching, then, held towards the rising sun –warm breath rising into the atmosphere, addingto the already steady clouds where they will grow.