soul embers

I dream of one day reaching out
my hand to the ready ones, sayin
will you go with me?
where waves hold our bodies in summer
perfect flakes stroke our cheeks in winter
& there is nothing, but our soul embers, and the elements
each day savoured
in purpose, passion and productivity

each day reconstructing my inner self
is one shift closer to this truth,
one metamorphosis clearer
and soon,
denial of it is a tale long forgotten –

Ultimately,
we are wonderous wanderers made for the entirety of brilliance this world exuberates
and our hearts could possibly behold

We are the riders and alivers, bright as RA. 

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