How seasons and weather change
the way I feel in intangible,
daring in the heated blisters of summer’s flesh,
then holy through winter’s rhymes.
There's no way to measure the beauty
in each and every cycle--- I don’t know why
they are equal in their splendor untamed
by moonlit passages through pendulums of time.
Still, I exist, fade, and journey once again
to experience the richness of boundless intervals
in a world , without counting
the glorious sunsets or a threadbare, frosty dream;
but to cuddle the precious hands of life’s sheer moments
and tuck them as reveries, and to begin
yet another awakening when this night is done.
For Matt Calliri, The Journey Begins
Nov 15. 2015
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