Racing the edge of the honey-thick sunrise, \ I reach for the horizon as it dissolves to blue…

The light has shifted, \ flashing a silent song to the surface \ that, somehow, I’ve never heard before…

Silence holds dignity close to her chest. \ Standing her ground - calmly \ and with resolve…

Our mighty voices vibrate - \ shattering barriers \ and building bridges \ where once there were none…

Anchored to this desk, \ the sun is gleaming \ and time holds his breath…

Armed with awareness \ and shielded by intuition, \ I push forward from the inside out…

Beneath our feet, stories are compressed in stone…