Secrets

Picture the orb in its animal form -

Raw, foaming, fighting to breathe.

With noxious touch, that spark ignites,

Wakens the clouds to heavens above,

Rips the seas to livelier motion.

Feel the moments burst

Into brilliant scales.

If you can feel the whisper,

If you can touch the waves,

Then gather your senses, convert

Knowledge into comprehension,

Silence into conversation.

Each relic of the pumice pummeled past

Waits timeworn and timid,

For you, sweet discovery.

Mar 2014

Conscience

Metamorphoses