The Beautiful Things Are In Reach

Like tears the rain weltered and shed.

The droplets ran and channeled through the leaves.

A wind from the east crossed the west.

Suddenly like a whisper there was an opening

That broke from a circuitous cloud.

L saw the porthole between the clouds

A perfect circle of topaz-blue;

A path leading to my home.

I am drawn to the tunnel in awe.

The means of escape to find Color; that is alive behind the gray mask of the sky

Relinquishing its presence of coldness and opposition.

The door of freedom has swung at first glance of blue

Thus hither I go; and fly

If I could redeem the foot which fastens me to the earth

Given me stretched feathers to wander

I would sail through beyond the center of time and space

This great gate of peace I would enter;

The healer of woe should perish the wounds

Take me and guide me through the open blue of calm

Spin me in your whorling spirals

I have overgrown the thirst for this home I have today

Capture me and set me at rest in your plane.

There are shadows but all around me

A small chance, a great vision; above this division

I have the hands to reach you and the eyes to breech you

Here I shall await; by this wall to crawl inch by inch

O' loophole, above like a heaven; you are my last chance

Of freedom to grasp

My eyes are open with spirit and enchantment

I know there a pleasant loft

I await here a birth of these days forgotten

I shall pierce you

Of what all dreams are only to seem unreal

To reach out and travel

Soaring with everything your eyes do see;

The Beautiful Things Are In Reach