A clear atmosphere surrounding the highest peaks,
A breath of fresh air inhaled in an ambient aura she speaks,
A long sigh of relief, a long series of struggles,
Trees of infinite wisdom clustered cloaks of snuggles,
Spiraling winds, intoxicating aromas intermingling,
Mountainous landscapes encircling songs of birds and deep echoes dwindling,
A journey of footsteps leads to an enchanting chamber,
A glance of crackling and fiery ember,
Purifying and radiating with intensity its blazing flames,
Embezzled with grains of sand scattered along the planes,
Remains remnants of a clear blue lake,
Within it roam magnificent divine life forms and droplets of tiny flakes,
Further ahead lies a long river flowing into magnificent waterfalls,
Tides shift rigorously towards new beginnings,
Life long character building struggles await us,
To cut, scar and bruise our hearts, bodies and flesh,
To manifest and create the most perfect of all imperfections.
*Dedicated to my friend Omar with thanks for inspiring me to write again after so long.
It reads like and looks like an impressionists wet dream. I dig the imperfection as much as I dig this poem. Great write and the imagery still sticks fresh in my mind.
