Lucid Lotus Poem by Kevin Mireles

A deep pulse stirs where the water holds its breath; there, stems anchored in the heavy silent silt of darkness wait to release the shadowed coil and tilt their petals towards the chalice-dawn.

Shadows stretch softly in the somber shade, sending soft cadences of blended fragrances seeping through the faint sweetness of morning.

Bright syrupy splendors spill softly through the sky, becoming the blinding melody of dawn's misty, swirling fusion to still the last idle currents of the night.

A lotus' dream unravels in slow, flowing rhythms, unfurling a lucid, pure ascent into the day that beckons.