Everyone feels broken at some point.
late at night, beyond the pale moon
fireflies behind the soft veil swoon
where jasmine blooms, luminescent in splendor
from what star seed, some majestic bright sender
as our ancestors dance, I glimpse their shy shimmer
and light is sipped slowly, a chablis of a glimmer
a world hidden, pressed gently, as petals in pages
for centuries, linen bound by mystics and sages
passed wisdom and tale, through symbols and quotients
of scents that heal matter through the soulfullest potions
that linger from here, cast to planets afar
breathtaking effulgence from each twinkling star
the marriage of beauty and mystery transcends
as light, and thoughts, and reality bends
time that befriends us, yet quickens its pace
so humbled, I gaze my stirred reverence to space
wise tendrils of grapes extend spirals of love
with roots stretched below, share bounty above
from darkness, it carries, to well nurtured stables
as horses, so wild, trot forth from lost fables
last I dreamed, and when last I believed
that faith is a plant, a seed so conceived
that hope is de-vine, no mere flowering weed
grows a garden less tame, where compassion can breed
as in dark we surrender to brave luminescence
an elegant fragrance, so gentle in essence
the stone where I kneel, where strength is less fragile
where wishes released are both patient and agile
with hands wiped by tears, I reach to what’s vital
cleansing the ether in translucent recital
the path is upon us, cobbled and winding
each pebble, a day passed we were absently minding
with the dew on grasses, scrying in wonder
the prayers clear their throats upon distant thunder
so breezes capture the gossamer thread
of theories that glisten in deep waters ahead
the Oceans’ vast secrets, flash diamonds so brief
with rhythms so ancient, bring soothing relief
to tiptoe, so wide-eyed, so full of enchantment
a vow to embrace, as a holy commandment
a spell so tender, that touches the spirit
with a song from the cosmos so clear, can you hear it?
the apothecary of goodness and light never cease
in one sprawling life, how elusive is peace?
in storms most blinding, this magic prevails
as a sail adrift petitions life-giving gales
it is under the trees, it is under the moon
it is behind the heart that crumbles in ruin
in the place where truth glistens only in shade
for in sun too bright, even sight can evade
brief is life, though long is survival
our mind, our own pain, is by far our worst rival
on a planet so far from heaven, we’re bound
yet here the deepest magic of life can be found!