Sun rays, traveling through vacant space,
In a direct course to the edge of nowhere,
Shining heavenly bodies along their way,
Finding new direction on a chance reflection.
Rare, select few, penetrate the stifling Earth clouds,
Land softly into the soul,
That had craved them for a spiritual millennium,
Of a creative terra firma.
Hints of words, buds of ideas,
Emerge from the cracked soil,
Grow into a tale, a poem,
That blooms with relief and excitement.
Freedom reclaimed, the impediment dissipates,
Effervescent lightness floats the spirit,
Onto green pastures of fertile imagination,
To be harvested, while the light shines.
Home is where love is,