This poem is written as my ode to possibility – a possibility within everybody’s reach.
Descending from my frozen mountain
I meet the yawning sea,
Reflecting my many memories
Crying back at me.
My face lifts skyward, takes in air
A floral springtime breeze,
Reminding me of happier days
And brings me to my knees.
The soil invites me to rest my soul
So rich, so soft, so warm,
Inside the bosom of Mother Nature
To leave days long forlorn.
I bare my breast to the waking Sun
It’s song of love sedating,
With childlike wonder I breathe again
My heart no longer waiting.
My stretching limbs reach for the sky
Embracing life’s energy,
My mind wide open, my heart now settled
And now my eyes can see.
(c) 2012 – Kevin Collins