Being.

If just moments fall,
What must I drink from,
A ferocious swelling,
That shalt feed me,
Barely clothed.

Given my fill,
Turns my choice,
Of wonders or vague,
Of joy or sweet joy.
Jingles, heat unexpectedly.

Bliss, from rising,
Change still golden,
A wind smells uplift,
And I breathe just so,
Caught, touches skin.

Even so, that ray,
Awaits veiled, sweet,
If shall rest, break,
And if lives, brighten,
That which mirrors itself.

On frail knees, pray,
Picture deep exuberance,
Deeper still sustainability,
If only chained, had sooner,
Maybe sudden, be giving.

Rise, let, and accept,
Dig, burry, and soothe,
Teach, taught and extend,
That familiarity, shines,
True, in true times.

Naked and deprived,
Finished yet complete.

~ Ielfphil Raven.