Blur of Clarity!

This tingling sensation streaming past the edge of my fingers. 

Is it the restless spring threatening to slip away from the surface of the earth

or the raspy whisper of the heavy night air against,

that lone strand tucked behind my left ear, I would never know.

That majestic orange sun, languid and betrayed by false promises of a brighter sight, 

smiling succumbs behind edges of the rugged rocks of a little blue mountain. 

I have heard it calling out to me. strumming against the summer sky

 I have felt it's rays rustling against my skin. 

I have smelt the colours of fresh night flowers,

crawling on my window sill, 

I have heard them laugh with the dark green leaves, 

dancing on the beats of the tapping silver moonlight.

I have seen the noise of a fake laughter smirk

Tunes of the first breath of a new born still ring in my ears

But more than anything, I love to have gulped the fire in your eyes,

Drowned in its pool of endless haze, in its blur of clarity!