Season’s Rays
Season’s Rays

In a cold décor windows open to sun’s light
Blowing winter’s breeze away
Bringing flowers of delight

Concealed in spring’s mask of galore
Shattered my dreams into endless story
Into hope’s moaning pour of victor’s lore

There I cry no more tears
Shade rays of misled fears
Into a beam of beauty
Beheld of this moment looming

I curl up into a stretch of life
There I become all that I was meant to be
Existence
Creation
Motion into a purest

Her eyes
Her soul
Her call
All I heard was my words
My breathing moan
Blinded eyes of a truest visions

Freedom.