The Waiting Kiss

I watch the sun kiss the clouds goodbye, as their fingers fly from his warm hand and into the present quiet of night

they hold.

Existing only long enough to inspire a desire for more.

These are the moments - In between whispers and questions, in between adventure and convention

The very edge of the known.

Why plead for the day to stay, when its parting unveils a universe of dreams?

Harken to me darkened sky so that I may adorn my crown with your lunar light.

Tonight

Opens

for our hearts to dance in orbital perpetuity, a novelty of rhythm carried forth by the hymns of harmonic surrender, a splendor known as unity.

So be with me, free in the shine of night.

Resting lightly in between hope and dream until the dawns breeze pulls the suns humble triumph across the vastness to push back the blackness of this nocturnal stage.

Unpeeled is the barless cage that sets free the delights of the new day, and with them, a renewed blooming of joy.

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I am kissed by the gift of dawn

Morning dew drops reflect fawn footsteps

through the leaves and the brush

I breath you in, no rush.

I'm flushed with settling reverence as nestling footprints weave and wander over the wonders of the forest floor and from it

a

great

pillar

soars,

rising.

The horizon greets a new face, a winged fleet in a race.

Their heart beats quicken pace and a growing wildness makes haste to uncover

Dark and fertile ground

And to seed it's bright and virile sound:

A spark.

A flash in the dark

I am surrounded by this living light

A rumbling growing might woven beneath my feet, a tumbling and flowing blight bursting at its seams

Craning to meet the roaring heat of day and say

I AM LIFE

Empowered over strife, in and out of sight

It is the righteous kind of wild.