To weave a golden thread
To keep and covet a dream
Taut in the aether
A glimpse of the mother
Radiant and proud as the essence that glows beneath my very feet
Trickling up
Swelling behind my cloying eyes

I clench and stretch the anima
As a bird struggling for freedom of its porcelain white cell
Life is ushered forth
Spraying it’s fragrant, violet mist
Drunken in its volume
The majesty of this experience is as transient as the vessel it haunts