After Passion

AFTER PASSION A heavenly morning springtime bliss. Early in our day, sun’s kiss Wakes the frosty path we’ve passed. In moving shimmering mist it’s grassed. It breathes its first passion. Our journey has begun. To where? Or how or when? Who says? Floating fingers there of haze Point to unknown fields and dales. Our footsteps light will leave no trails. In swirling, billowing, sun-white veil. We lose the track of this green vale. White gossamer of breath, Obscures our grassy path But fog and passion dissipate. Early breath can sublimate. The morning’s stronger rays. Allow more focused gaze. More grassy and lush Growing clearer. Hush! The path tells us where to stray - Reaching, stretching all the way From the green vales of Eden To the sunlit dales of heaven.