
Peace arrives upon the horizon of stillness
and the slow letting go fades into the night
We are creatures of the moon and the sun
howling through the winds and the rain
lashing at fears often unfound
we seek the light as though it were
illusive. Stretching our filaments in surrender
the body breaks open to become the sky
The mind, woven in wonder gives way
to the passage. And the voice, that howling
gnashing voice screeching to be heard
becomes the wind. And you
and I, we become the one
crimson wrapping gold
and everything in between
our ocean of light softly surging
and collapsing into the fold
we rock to the music of stars
and find that we were never
forgotten
For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt #Daybreak.