There is a bright sense of anticipation,
of wistfullness, that shines within your form.
Cool and smooth like a drop of water,
like a lozenge on your tongue,
full of flavors from every place you will ever go,
everything you will ever be.
Spread your wings and drift on the breeze that was
blown in through windows left unclasped.
Bring to life a childish sense of nostalgia, blossoming
like wisteria flowers on a garden wall. Embrace
yourself in the fluffy blanket of your own mind.
Reflect the world in a new lens. Hold in your hands
an argent light, and let it paint your face silver.
Suspended in space, in a golden sunrise, dream everything
you ever dared to dream.
Because only you
can bring them to life.
Photo by Rachael Broxon
When Pigs Fly
February 14, 2024
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