I awaken

I awaken. I awaken to a world of fresh ideas,

new feelings, thawed happiness,

and the inspiration of innocent madness.

I sing. I sing softly and slowly,

but I cry out loudly, calling birds with open wings,

in the clarity of tenderness and a moment of holiness.

I breathe. I breathe consciously and observe my body,

in the oncoming dream of stars woven as one,

yet each shining with the magic of celestial weavers of cosmic sweetness.