Perpetuity of a Soft Imagination

And the pussy willows sway

in dawn’s sweet ascension.

The morning glories sing out

for Spring has awakened.

And in all my inner glory,

I will rise as well.

Beauty alive,

enlightenment,

the mind animated.

My reality has blossomed

outside of the mind’s view.

My meadow is dynamic

in its intensifying arousal!

Oh, how I dance

under the pale, pink sky.

Soft petals of daffodils surround me –

the leaves of the trees

gently falling about.

I laugh in this daze

amazed by its purity.

A quiet reservation

of my own.

Peace.

Solitude.

Time everlasting.

A zone that exists only in me,

my place of tranquility.

I am sedated

by its graceful nature –

a hush of a tune flows throughout,

a gentle lullaby

to soothe my fears

and dry my eyes.

An essence of my mind.

I will survive.

Hope in boundless swirls –

I am limitless in my imagination.