Swinging on the edge of a windblown cliff of change ~
Smelling the sweet scent of a brand new honeysuckle and ginger bud~
Eager to push forward and into the subtle, yet, transluscent ivory of other, leaving ~
pushing, the blue moon shadows behind ~
Sorrow and disappointment still follow and pull me,
yet I am working on staying one step ahead...
reaching for the golden honey sunbeam that I see so clearly today ~