Winding through the I
31 March 2025

I sing low
promises of more
As I see
what I store
within my shadows I grow
the light of true hope

Remember
our love’s periscope
shows morrows
in pale pink
soft masses of brain’s matter
flowing from mind’s ink

We scatter
Clouds of survival
moving slow
through the skies
A sight of rains meets my eyes
monsoon revival

My mind glows
I am creation
My hands move
through my heart
They draw blue lines to impart
a new Earth so close

I will build
within me tall trees
We don’t fall
to our knees
but in prayers we do quell
thirst of the powers

Beast cowers
Its dark splits my sides
bursts insides
Its cry rides
a rainbow blurring its lie
winding through the I

Reading of the poem:

The Seed – Aurora