One Soul Awakens

In the crackle-sharp air
Of that blazing Autumn
I stood on my Grandfather’s porch
and felt myself feeling
for the very first time

The grey, porch paint
The dust in the driveway
The skies burning
azure edged
sharp enough to cut you
The flaxen-gold collage
of the maples and oaks

Somehow I was all of this
and more
I was the child standing
and something standing beyond
And the man I am now
all watching
All at once
Yet . . .
In a place outside Time . . .

I have walked under many skies
But never again
one so Real

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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