Another Beginning
How seasons and weather change
the way I feel in intangible,
anonymous ways---
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.
Brian's Coice N
Copyright © Carly Lalion | Year Posted 2015
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