Between

Strands of music triumphant
Wedded to a regal melancholy

Acceptance becomes a gift to be shared,

And the universe falls into place.

Or do I?

The peace that descends after conflict,

Life seems contained in a series of moments as

all stands still, save for the rush of air into my lungs;

in, and out. In, and out.

A dune in black and white flows into mountains sheathed in cloud,

As eagles circle each other, rising ever higher until they merge

With the sky. One step follows the next.

One last embrace with love,

As I leave home behind.