My pulse decelerates.
My breath is drawn and expelled
In longer, more rhythmic measures.
I can feel the world slow to a steady pulse
As I slip into my new gown,
Cobalt blue’s tranquility
Gliding smoothly toward destiny’s shore
Where a rose waits.

Do I dream it or live it?
Beauty of irrelevance
In finding my essence there;
Walls of peace and joy
In quiet patience resting
Before the assembly;
Fate’s manifestation of
Our blended intentions -
Life,
Love and
All that is -
Finding my niche,
Finding my pace,
Floating into eternity’s current
On the trade winds of peace
Whispering sweetly of my heart’s desire.

11/27/2006