Smooth Transitions Poem by Leah Ayliffe

The rain falls, earth smiling, the embrace of spring.
When I first returned to this familiar city snow was still lingering.
In the spiral of my life and journey, I finally moved up from the lessons weighing heavy in my long forgotten self
I stare backwards, I stare forwards. This is now.
The window is a secret space where you can dream, wander and observe.
The birds sing their song and the people speak their words.
What is their truth?
I touch the Amethyst crystal to inspire my spirits intuition.
I touch the Moonstone to balance my emotions.
Balance. Peace.
Words that play on my tongue and I laugh with a laugh I haven't known in some time.
The laugh of a girl lost in the space of the past, who jumped somewhere into the future which has become now.
Happiness.
This is the universe within, bleeding out all around my world.
A painting, a vision designed from my own heart, not those that belong to the eyes of someone else.
A dance of freedom in the easy movements, and dreamy days, having escaped the life of another's gaze.
This is my stage, I am the star, sun and moon of what comes next.

I was somewhere else; maybe over the rainbow in a strange dream.
I was somewhere else; you know that place between songs where you can't be sure of where the album is going?
Yes, I'm going back to that analogy.
It wasn't so thrilling, waiting and waiting to see what song would play next. Like listening to the radio for hours in anticipation for your favourite tune to be heard.
It became clear that I was waiting and listening to someone else's record.
The noise stopped being music.
They had scratched out all the beautiful words and the melody sounded like a strange foggy maze that didn't make sense anymore.
No rhythm to dance to. Left to fall to the floor in fear and cry in the waste of what was never worth the while.
No, It was worth the while.
But it was the end.

I was somewhere else. Someone else. But now I am here.
I am breathing the serene and beautiful.
Writing, creating and singing the music; author of the album.
I know what song plays next,
It's me.
With the whispers of the gorgeous souls that guide me.