Hope Awaits

Here, I lie motionless like the tint of ocean's breath. A roulette of fading stars glistens in tidal whisper of night, and the incredibly sentient call of migrant birds wing on ribs of leaves where tenderness gushes with tenderness. clouds are scattering in the midst of a blank pause... lies a full mantle How unstoppable are the eyes of winds spilling a basin of potpourri into my territory,requesting the nymph in my body for a sway of pleasure. Will I spare this splendor so pagan and pure that my riled energy can smother the natural movement of this hour? I welcome the flame, together with ice; and allow inspiration's flow to just be. clouds expand, rain drips new blossoms of hope unfurl... and the air settles Nayda Ivette Negron's Contest: Hope