As if it knows me —
Lost to moments of late summer’s beauty,
I feel it and it feels so right.
A soul, an aura, a heart, a pulse;
so late, so late, so late.
Flames of wind sear my back;
behind, above, ahead —
Sun blinds, likens me to energy,
molten, scorching, crisp.
The slightest spray of cooling surf drives me to the edge.
Fly to fall, fall to fly…
I dive —
Let the tides run through me,
come like torrents of gushing rain.
I am just beneath the surface of a pool of sky.
Thank you for reading, wish you a great weekend ~