The Spirit Guides

The brilliance of a dawning day

trilled by wild birds in everyway,

gives people wings, and

makes us fly...

Beyond vibrations of reality

the fairies that we feel inside

flourish here

within their fragile beauty...

Tiny wings that one can

barely aim to hear

build up their unimagined speed

and elevate our frigid hearts...

They make us light in

thought and mind!...

God bless them for their charity

within our daily discourse...

Outside the sun pours

down through trees...

At second glance, a pool of dreams

reflects me and another race...

I blink again, and they are gone...

How quickly doth perception shift!...

Each man and woman has its' pair,

who dances in the darkest realm...

Our fairie selves so out of reach, though

we weave spirits in our dreams...

To tap them deep, we must explore

the well cloaked secrets we ignore...

I curse the confines of our lives,

the steel, and concrete closing in...

My back against the wall, I sweat,

until a tiny voice reminds

that life should always be adored,

then I am loosened from my bind...

I hear a swell of music spring

out from the brook

beside my feet...

The Guides by deepest wisdom led

me to a blissful, unfound place

of wellness and renewal.

©

6/29/21

Bunny Villaire