out there

It’s one of those days,
Everything is slightly illuminated,
A portable incandescence .

That gust of debris and leaves,
Turns into a refreshing breeze

Cities framed into building blocks.
A litany of reservations for playgrounds.

The dull roar of baseline street
Is sounding more like an array winged creatures,
Serenading the morning.

The icicle in my lungs
Is shedding layers, melting
Amidst all the warmth.

The shallow pool of my eyes,
A film of sage, judgement brown
Has turned forest green,
A radiant and welcome jungle.

The fortress that was my chest
Painted and turned into canvas,
The graffiti from one thousand strangers,
And one million old friends,
Is finally deteriorating,
Crumbling like ashes and falling to the earth
Rising like flames, the dawn of a grand rebirth.