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.
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