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,
igniting the blinding melody
of dawn's misty, swirling fusion
to still the last currents of the night.

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