Someone Like Me {Poetry}

Fleeting Pale Birches

Fleeting pale birches

And the tittering of birds

Comprise the action, the word,

The process called life.

Ascending skies bend shafts of sun,

Where the azure bleeds into softness

Fades into stillness

Turns into air -

Becoming the motion of breathing,

Of waking, feeling,

Of absorbing without much thinking.

Clouds race the ceiling

Of shifting white water;

This is nothing but a reflection,

A mirror of the world.

Evergreens paint the horizon green,

And the thrashing of rain

Overwhelms your subtle wings.

Your rise beyond the darkness of sea,

Fleeing its stormy quality,

And now you are immersed

In the marshes that frame the city,

In isles that are eternity.

[Steepness of steel,

Loftiness of light,

Find your eyes,

Fragility in sight.

Keenness of kneel,

Humbleness of heart,

Hunt your mind,

Sublimity a part.]

Neglect star dust,

Forsake human trust,

And petals will rust,

Solar sails in gust.