Like Salt in the Air

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I enjoy myself so fondly

That I stay up all night

It is not for me, but the nature of me

 

Like gathering violets in the valley

So I do with my thoughts

My spirit conjures and breathes

 

Enough to fill my blank hours

With a pure love so intense

I cannot easily describe it

 

It is the velvet beyond intention

A soaring of being without realization

A simple ecstatic wholeness

 

Immersion, ripe with surrender

That I pick the young greens

Of my subconscious through the snow

 

To taste the light, at the tip of my darkness

The snow, you know it will melt

The night, it will bleed full of unity

 

And I will enjoy myself again

Tomorrow, I may choose to do it again.