Captivated & Counting the Blessings

captivated
in the rays of the rising sun
standing tall
counting the blessings
on the debris of memories

shells underfoot
crushed
pulverised
a fine dust
washed with the ebb and the flow
new beginnings

pine cones
resplendant
a geometric beauty
instantly opening
ejecting
the seeds of their future

in the forest of dreams
fragrant mosses
revitalise the wayward senses

in the darkness of the night
flames flicker
shadows dance
unto the rhythmic beat
a lone figure
embraces a parallel reality

golden orbs
surround the flames
sentinells of the journey
gaping mouths
filled
enamelled whiteness
singing to the majesty of the moon
under the footfall
clouds of dust arise
rejoicing in their own momentum

golden orbs oif energy
follow
the spirited footfalls
in the circle of the labrinth
in the flickering flames
the morphing orbs
join the lone figure
a community
fellow bretheren

the footfalls increase
the dust and flames soar
even higher

as the sentinels
complete the circle
howling
harder and harder
all
become one

daybreak
caught in the rays of the rising sun
i am captivated
standing tall
counting
the multiple blessings