Open

straighten the spine

the clenched shut forehead releasing

open open

the lungs open with the deepening breath

there is no enemy advancing

armies flow by and march off into the very far distance

endlessly retreating

the grass on their trail blooming wildflowers

the river of wind

carrying their burdensome thoughts

out into the black velvet night forever sky

the lenses of love are lowered

the seashells sing an ocean song

the white foam of the waves under the moon

the certainty of true peace and patience

the ocean doesn't hurry

nor the sky move ever

the galaxies spin slowly

rest in the velvet seat by the window

the train clicking and hufferly

past tall pine sentinels

feel the warmth of the teacup in your hands

the gentle rocking of the coach from side to side

contentment in the early morning fog hugging the mountain

the river down below whitely whisking it's way over the rock

rounding the bend

the sun breaks through

on the small valley sparkle away below shining

At the pinnacle

the walls of the glass observatory come alive with light