A Crag Called Me

Stepped out of myself today one seamless stride into the silversmith's light. It felt beyond godly. like landing in a tender palm ripples of warmth and love melting an ice ball heart. One little beaming stride ascending from the crags of mind onto a checkered blanket on the banks of silver pond. The blossoms celebrating water coloring my face with the blessings of this nameless day. I'm afraid that when I wake this sun splashed path will be overgrown. with the stones and the briar of alone... Butterfly flitting up a mountain pass gathering ice on hopeless wings falling back into a crag called me.