You Speak, In Surrender

You speak— to me without an utterance In every sunset you speak Brilliant orange hues dance fervently, igniting all in sight; setting the horizon ablaze. A gentle sapphire tide gently, beckons the crimson fire to subside, as dying embers bid the day goodnight. You speak— to me without making a sound In every season of rain you speak Lightening penetrates the thresholds of cloud cloaked heavens; earth is left to helplessly spectate its flashing, fury. Plants exhale as raindrops kiss their parched surfaces, the famished land is quenched. You speak— to me without words In my every waking moment and breath Reverberating, as a cymbal, rhythmically thumping to divine cadences, this heart echoes your beats. Life, endlessly longing for the ageless One, pulsates and courses through my veins causing my lungs inhale mercies, and breathe out grace, from the slumber of dusk to the brisk winds of dawn and daybreak, your breath revives my soul, stirring me. I’m awake. You speak— to me without declaration In the battle of life and every war Vanquished, a casualty of this life’s mortal combat; carnage; has laid waste, and destruction has met this arsenal of strife. Laying down all arms, without a treaty this casualty caught a glimpse, from a distance, of your banner, fluttering liberty and peace, which so effortlessly urged my arm in your direction; baring a fist tightly clenched to a white flag clamped to the end. This soul now soars in a gust of freedom in reckless-abandonment in a fresh existence, a new surrender.