morning breaks, the sun shines again in the cool fresh air,
alighting on the branches of the cedar hedge as if the warm glow was coming from within, instead of from out and above
the black squirrel lay silently still, dead on the ground, in the soft green grass, once scurrying to it’s destination, now arriving at the end
so beautiful, so sad, so bright, so harsh
fleeting emotions flush across my psyche, so wonderful, so sad, so hopeful, so final
why do we always have to live in such a state, happy, radiant, ecstatic, intense, worried, angry,
like a dance, a dance to a music that is audible only to oneself, but visible to those brave enough to observe a long period to see through the curtains on the stage of my heart, in that moment they might part to see truly inside
the moment the internal dancer pauses the performance, stops fighting the script, and allows the joy, the sorrow, the pain, the passion to embrace, to complete, to set a new stage to feel deeper, to experience more to accompany the reality of the contrast of life,
high highs, lowest depths of despair, without the contrast where lies the joy
Joy comes in the mourning!
Beautiful but you dare not touch! somewhere in the contrast!
Beautiful Remade 