Rebirthing Hour Part 1

Dedication: To God and Innocence Today was a day born of imagery. As if born from a child's dream. The leaves were swirling, golden and crimson, auburn and cream. So scent treant, alive, it deemed. The sound breezed softly, churning whiskered branches. Foliage and vibrations caught in their advances. I may have woken up predisposed, expecting. But it wasn't just me connecting to me. Someone was directing, an Act III. Something from my dreams attached itself and was sentiently released in it's new world-blessed, and met with it's liberator to walk a spell among the trees and me and the stealthy nests. In a visitation of a baptism and a dream crossing over. released, in roll a reversal of momentary captivity scroll of my mind's eye in order to be ultimately freed. As I walked there in the fragrances of the forest amongst Life's Grove of Tree. A girl with wings sassy slapped me as a walk-by. A signature move that says for no particular reason. "Hello." Someone, put a warning sign on that attitude, such rare earth and good to the soul to find. A golden touch, out of the blue and filling the clear expanse of my mind. A random act from a stranger, that equated to "hello brother I am meeting for the first time.?" 'Just think, eons from now as we look and talk of our Genesis. Remember the beautiful day we first met. A birthday for our relationship, albeit- a landmark, well received, straight to the mark. By more than a kindled Spirit. But of a kindred Spirit with a flint and it's spark.