Gingerly Outspoken

Utility is down the path I wage

I know, nothing earned, nothing sown

The best of visions traipse and go

Burning, chasing

Filling the voids transparent

I am struck in shades through the prism

Light bent along the strands of your hair

I am sent somewhere else

Like I am picking up on a spark so ancient

So piercing and now so abundantly clear

I can wander, yet you remind me

I can chase other versions of grey

But oh, you are not

You have found me when I needed hope

You have shaken me

To where my soul, yearns for promise

Of whatever was, still faces the sun,

On fire