Ascend

In the isolation of today

I walk on mirror like reflections of wet sand,

the sky furrows its dark brow

and the migraine is clear for all.

Cut through me, cleanse my soul with

your every breath,

let my spirit soar prior to the encroaching storm.

Longing to be given the chance to ascend

to where man has no right,

here I will embrace you without showing my prejudice.

Future unknown still,

again I awake under a restless sky.

Reconnected for a little bit longer,

the umbilical will keep me anchored.

How long to stay, hours, days, weeks, years?

I know not, for this time piece is not mine,

but when shown,

it will be broken,

and in the darkness

too late.

So as the storm passes,

I shall wait on mirror like reflections of wet sand