Alive.

Another early poem of mine.

ALIVE.

Sunlight dances warmly on my skin,
And the merest whisper of a breeze,
Breathes it's delicate caress across my face.

The cloak of human foolishness
Slips lightly from me,
And the beauty of the world,
Seeps serenely into my soul.

My heart fills with delight,
As my senses poised in harmony,
Feel the mystic rain of peace
Drip from the tranquility of the air,
Gently washing my essence,
Of all cares and sorrows.

I move smoothly,
Easily,
Without Haste.

Cast adrift
On currents of half remembered dreams.

I am,
Simply,
Completely,
Alive.

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