Looking to the Sun

Experience lies without the transaction of fear

Caused in destinations of hope

Dispersed is the peril of desire

Clarity is a point of procession

Guiding me like a star engulfed in darkness

What is your intention?

What makes sense, is it happiness?

In the thrill this is the cosmos passing me by

A noise engulfed in secrets, as they immerse me

But leave me somehow unchanged

I wonder at your passion

Have I asked of this before,

Have I been here?

This approach borders on transient whispering

I reach up, out with my arms

I want to hold something, before I give it back to you

What is your promise?

The treasure of now:

Glimpses of heroic patience

Deliver me more questions

Awkward I am listening to what I cannot define:

What it is keeps trusting

In elliptical versions of truth