::: Exhuberance :::

[gnutmeg]

joy flows through

like a quiet serenade
and I wonder
how I missed it before
when it can arrive

so simply

like a flower blooming
overnight
or the dusky dawn rising
this bittersweet song
leaves me gasping for air

it's sticky
clinging to my lungs
and my eyelashes

I'm brave again
enough to be foolish
so I smile

metamorphosis shows true
as always

bright colours come
from being curled in a tight
dark space for ages
exploding forth

to make things right