Nectar

Hovering affections affix their wings upon a waft in wishes,
feathered desires dream their honeysuckle eyes,
hummingbird subsistence craves the albatross glide.

Gardens gleamed for their mirages
how the heart aches for a zephyr breath of miracles,
arresting the stagnant morn.

To imagine the sky is broken of its barriers,
no rift to bar the soul,
and sup on the elixir of stars
aloft beyond the stillness,
serene in sail were nectar flows as cloudy reveries,
sweet liberty of naked self
soaring as a new creation.

What love springs for knowing life
when gazes grope for more
than a flutter through stale stems of monotony,
daring to spread the plumes in pure passion
for caressing the crest of sky.

At last to stop dwelling in the ephemeral realty,
narcissist fears overpowered
by the sheer force of cascading obsessions,
surrendering to the narcotic sway of ascending persuasions,
silently in stunning clarity
kissing the face of tranquility’s airy thread,
because inside the true aviary essence
escaped fear’s nest.

Happily flying that place of freedom’s scent
where nothing drifts before one’s view,
but the sight of one’s shadow
drifting across the landscape below.