I AM NOT MY FACE

I carry the crisp, first breath of the spring breeze I kiss the fertile ground let loose, bloom wilder I take cosmic wings of the soul I savor the mist of the afterglow I tattoo the atlas of the double rainbow I am re-united with the inner Sirius the guiding spirit of rose dew i give birth to a touch of the singing bowl that rings the infinite indigo with grace, hope, and radiance.