Silent Assurances

 A Morning A Morning

the sun cries to the blades

pumping hope into the fibers of the living

inspiration through the atmosphere

Crisp. Penetrating. And soaking me in the intangible.

A ray of warmth reviving my ancient soul 

Breathing life into my rusty bones

and youth to my dusty heart.

A quiet longing to exist on a deeper plane.
A quiet sudden longing for emotion encompassing.

The silent wind whispers, calming my crashing heart.

The ceaseless movement, caressing my worried mind.

The constant force

Reaching for the heavens

wind kissing as opposition.

Creations thrive.

living off each other.

                Mutually strengthening

            Mutually flourishing

a simple life, a single purpose.

Live. Grow. Improve.

And draw ever closer to the clouds.

                                                          and my heart is lifted.
                                                                           -AJM