Dawning Creations

Staging a massive getaway. Floating on an empty crystal sea, clear and vibrant, reflections of suns dazzling my eyes, and silently leaving me blind.

I let them loose, words promised to me.

Drifting along, I am less dour, tossing fear overboard.

I am driftwood but with a purpose.

My purpose is to revive my spirit with my God, my guide.

I’m rummaging through vacant towns in history, aiming towards roads less traveled, finding security in the rich unknown.

I’ve reeled in the anchors.

There’s nothing to hold me back.

This spaces proves to be wide with fields and streams, and a mute sunrise.

This is reality and a mixed bag of somewhere in between.

We are tied, intertwined like the great gravitational pull.