Trees growing up towards the sky,
down into the water, through the ice.
This Mirror, reflecting the stars,
The closest thing to a Miracle
I've seen since I woke up and saw we were alive.
Cold air and hot tempers
Caressing my eyes,
Vapors rising from the depths,
White as the smoke you breathed,
Dissipating on the winds,
To an invisible warmth.
Silent fear contends with screaming pride,
Each one commanding it's own power over us
Like the Moon rules the tides
But in sweeping us out to see each is neautralised
and we are free from the burden of thier burning rage.
Life catches in my chest,
And no fluttering similie matches the
maddening rythm of my heart
As it races my body to the line in the sand.
So here it ends,
With a broken sigh,
A satisfied smile,
My way of saying, tonight is change
And Good Morning Miracle.
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