Arise
aroused,
let life take shape
inside your messy form,
watch before dawn
for curtains of aurora
blown in breezes that you cannot touch,
stand still
so their movement has even more visible flux.
Let the bright cry of starlight
fill your heart
and empty your chest;
the momentary flash
of yet another meteorite
reminding you of an urgency;
the sky will only chuckle.
Try to bathe
in the puddle of your desire,
wallowing it deeper
until it swells into a ditch
that might meet
the large river.
Follow shadows
with the curiosity that comes
from remembering
they are a gift of the light,
an offering of insubstantial perspective,
another means to see.
Remember too that colour
needs you to see it,
that all this splendour
waits for your eyes to open.