Into the trees
Burnished in a heartbeat,
An open fire, flushed upon skin.
A mirage of stretching sinewe,
Of igniting muscles,
Consuming oxygen as it's drawn.
Throwing the body on.
In the only way, that makes sense,
Compelled to wrench oneself,
Across the apparent void of emptiness.
That the energy imparted as the river parts,
Takes trust in the ground of some far off land,
And it's sound;
Speaks of the same song,
As the essence of that essential spirit,
Taking flight within the shattered light,
Of falling rain.
To chart a path across this uncharted domain,
Where I seem lost,