In this place you are incubated,
growing into some kind of wonderful the world knows not yet.
There are two pools of mystery sitting stagnant in front of you.
They are your moat, you are guarded here.
Outside, you passed your friends cycling through your home, your neighborhood.
Lights glittered on their porches, casting diamonds across their skin as they warmly laughed.
What a comfort to know they exist on.
What a comfort to know that those you love with every cell in your body laugh together.
Trees overwhelm you in fantastic joy, stretching their branches underneath to carry you.
Water pours out in the distance, trickling on its journey. Its destination unknown even to itself.
The smell of freshness surrounds you and life fills you.
Words of a deeper wisdom than your own fill not only your mind, but your heart.
Go on, walk across that tiny concrete bridge.
You can always come back to this place.
And when you leave, know that you are being a gift to the world itself.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Starless Summer Night
Posted by Sarah at 12:26 AM
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