Surge Through

I don't know what sometimes
takes that
tingle
away
You know when it's like '
the wind grazes
your
soul
and everything is
serenity

And the rifts of
life fill
with a
soothing ignorance
of
understanding..
..complete

And fate closes it's
eye
for a bit
while it rests
with
satisfaction
and the Sun takes
aim to
kindness,
releasing steady
thought

Oh, if this
feeling
weren't so
ephemeral
That the plague of
apprehension
and disdain were
cured
That on this day
day I
can choose my
cup
and that with which it is
filled

On this day,
at this
hour,
at this time
as  I
wrestle
with what scorns,

may that comfort but surge through.


Matt DeFranco