Bloom in the Meadow
In the twilight of time,
In the serenity of my mind,
I am inspired to write,
I write about my journey through the day,
From what I have seen through its lens,
About all that I have learned and understood.
When my soul returns from its journey,
I reflect on my encounters with the strange,
I consider my experiences with the abyss of the unknown,
Words flow from my heart,
I write from the depths of the mysteries I have faced.
I look at my mother and feel inspired,
Her deep love for nature speaks volumes,
Her appreciation for the arts is a guiding light,
I wonder how she summons the elements,
I ponder how she connects with them in dark moments,
She rides on the wings of the morning light,
And this inspires me to write.
I write as inspiration strikes,
I write as my muse walks through my door,
As it arrives to converse,
There’s a deluge from its embrace,
I walk through a blooming meadow,
There’s light in my chamber.
January 31, 2025.
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