Presence

The high tides are rolling in;

The familiar sounds playing from a perfectly etched violin;

The melancholic music set on repeat;

The melodies playing on the loop of the downbeat;

Can this song not be rewritten;

To signify what has appeared to be forbidden;

To quiet the mind and open the heart;

To live ones life without being torn apart;

Look closely you will see;

Invisible to most, but accessible in those moments when all worries have been set free;

Imagine yourself flying through the night sky;

Your wings fully developed;

The air on your skin, tiny little goosebumps formulating, each hair end on end;

The feeling of pure electricity flowing through every fiber of your being;

Bare naked, lucid, yesterday's worries no longer existent, no thoughts edging forward;

A constance of everything but nothing;

In one moment of lack;

The veil quickly assumes its position keeping you at bay and sidetracked.