The length of day has dipped its straw into
my deepest self and sucked the remnants of
what energy, what courage and what love
remained in balance. Quenching words renew
flat spirit; reaching, striving for inspired
and singing visions, tap creator's light
to open fading eyes to peaking heights.
Writing myself vital brings desired
connection with the Universe and Life,
with friends who wear the face of God
and speak God's spell to me, alive, aloud
which carbonates my soul. My bubbled laugh
rejuvenates and resonates throughout;
illuminates dark soulways draped in doubt.