Ursa

A constellation of emotion. 

Drawing on memories’ insular portents. 

Sequestered portions of insight amble into ambit. 

A porpoise-full consideration slowly rolls over to reposition. 

The shell of the soul cracked like the muscle-memory of a chiropractor reaching a book on the shelf. 

Tufts of hair tilt over like a crowning moment to remembrance’s endear. 

A gentle repair of imperatives to liberty’s steer. 

Enhanced, a side-glance into nowhere’s comforting glare. 

Sounds surrounding pause & poise making melodies as if time was talking, a listener to hear. 

The ground, in acceptance of passage to histories communing in foreswear. 

A reflection of ennui. Where a birds-eye view chirps to chip in. 

A universe of being. As if the vowels of experience were singing. 

The temple brows to a temperance of focus. 

A rhythm curves the cursory exhalation to simper subdue. 

Imbued a tune, a hallowed heart fleets a-glance a fire-lamp. The dancing flame opportune to offer attune. 

Somewhere, the world slows down. A slow dawn as if a repetition’s chant perchance. A resounding inflection awakens alit in in the eyes. 

A mantra making conversation in a mirroring mind reminds. 

Epiphanies laugh when words wayward-s appear. And wearing a smile as welcoming the self to share. 

The Ud-sa major in the sky crooning the musical Sa major. Ancient languages swoon over a high note to the Ursa’s minor connote. 

The phonetics swing in twine, saith time. And in the recounting sway in recognition’s encountering mention. 

The Moon pips a subjective dimension. A spectrum to awareness in extension. 

The wind chimes when shine resounds. Into. Sublime.