Here again, no voice,
nor even storyline laid
to be able to share
exactly how the world just turned
and opened it’s arms wide
as I stood next to my heart
with the deep-painted panoramas
of my feeling
wrapping the horizon.
Enchanted by thoughts
of the gestures and movement
before me,
as softly,
it struck me,
that I am not the first & only
to be in this moment,
to sing this song with my being,
nor will mine
be the last lingering refrain
of adoration at the end.

Maybe (may it be),
this dawning death of my
myopic, romantic vision
of my physical world,
leaving
leaving
leaving
these limiting stories
and oft-mapped shores
behind
for
further
unfathomable
blossoming.