Serenity, the calm before the storm
With her weighty breaths, Mother Nature sighs
In her exhales the ill-fated leaves conform,
with arcane auburns and rubric reds apprized.
The natural archetype of perfection
The impulse of God in painted portrait worlds,
Unions where sky and earth have connection
And tears of rain sink downward and unfurl.
Pen to paper traced, in outlines of outer space
In archipelagos of infinity
As those effaced, replaced without a trace,
the world again a state of virginity.
Newborn like divinity for the lost
Serenity placed when an angel accosts.
Do deaf ears suddenly believe the cause,
Or believe anything that they come across?
Serenity now, the lull before the waves
lightning and thunder that hits before the rains
The coma of dreams perceived before the grave
The lowest lows achieved before the gains.
A new world order, can we start over?
Nascent biology and epiphanies
Infancy like the birth of a boulder
Rolling over the moss so timidly—
caressing the dew over the midnight grass,
Embracing the sun for its midday brass
Accepting the moonlight as a plumed glass
consenting to moments as they too shall pass,
To understand, it all has a function
The boulder, a protection from the waves
The sun, its cover, a world in construction,
No time for charming minds to misbehave.
The world our slave to make, an undertaking
A reckoning, as God burns life with a kiss
A finger snap, entrapped in the ground breaking,
momentous moments that I would not miss.
Vagabond mind pleached in the grains of life,
Aimless direction searching for connection
My foot in the sand on the beach, no strife,
My ground held looking for answers, reflections,—
So that I may be capable of release
To exude my energy into this earth
my essence as the networks interstice,
a mouthpiece for existence from death to birth.
It’s calm before every storm, the wind blows,
The reeds express from a quavering mouth.
Serenity a blotch in a rebirth memo,
Its advance is still considered underground.