The Morning's Rising Notions

On the surface of the last raindrop to ever fall on Earth,
lovers dance a salsa that castigates a rabid throng,
as the most ardent of dreamers is struck with an epiphany that envelops the soul.


An unmistakable vehemence comes barreling through darkness;
Innocence winks at the morning dew that glides on beams of sunlight;
The center of the solar-system resurrects the sleeping forest each day.


Beasts prey upon each other, fulfilling natural obligations absent of morality.
Quick-witted feathers flap determined movements into a cool breeze.
Feeding frenzies mask insipid compulsions to biological urges;
Instinct is unapologetic.


There is an arduous journey that’s birthed at infancy,
it begs for a morsel of compassion.
The thinning autumn air relieves a sweltering confusion;
Devoid of nourishment, subsistence loses its essence.


Beneath feet that rest upon Eden’s majesty,
Damp terrain, the pride of the heavens, moisten thick skin;
The texture of soft whispers brush gently across a smiling face;
All the while, prayers recited eons ago are finally answered.


Sleeping spirits never slumber;
Their work is never done.


Unbeknownst to human eyes, cold stars blanket existence in God’s warmth.
Celestial quasars dip milk from the bosom of life;
Floating elemental particles were born to levitate through uncertainty.


The balance that is found in life’s harmony teaches wisdom;
Perfection is nurtured when reality is reconciled with purpose.
Conspicuous perils impossible to see are not invisible;
An open heart can see a thousand miles, and a million years.