Closer

Close So close I smell them in passing winds They beautifully appear at night when I'm asleep I hear their sweet whispers when I sit with my higher self Like a waxing moon, I can feel the luminous rise When I'm out in public or with family and friends they can see it in my eyes My focus has never been more clear Away, distant, far away from uncertainty and fear They shine green in my mind when I wait at traffic lights The sun in my soul burns more with each passing day My 8-year-old self now looms larger than Mt. Kilimanjaro But I'm grown, fully grown Grown and developed with experience, knowledge, and wisdom Both worlds collide for a supernova A beautiful and enigmatic explosion