I wake up and,
Oh.
The blurriness,
The sight,
The vision!
I may be crazy but
What would be of life
Without a shining sun?
Look at it,
Stare at it.
It stays with you,
It walks within you,
It cleanses the vision,
A filter against the empty, the dark,
Enlarges all beauty:
Hideous ants become magnificent whales,
Gray buildings become stairs to the skies,
Silly songs become the chants of angels.
Close the eyes and
All the footprints,
Vivid, glowing:
The caressing of the spirit,
The flow between rivers,
The bite for the blood,
The heat of the heart,
The whispers of the fire.
They're all here,
For you,
With you.