When you are in a breathable space, with your eyes clear of blindness.
In the atmosphere of silence, you meet the highness.
It is not a human or something in our sight,
it is a gift inside us we all find at different times.
Why is it so beautiful and kind?
Its actions can ease one’s mind,
to slide through the bristles; glide and dodge all the missiles.
That carries a poison to potentially change one’s eye.
What is this beauty, does it have a name?
What I can tell you, is that it defines many positive things,
swooping in elegantly to calm the raff.
Enlightens naturally and stitches the chap.
In between the chap it is bitter and dry,
the act heals the chap and punches it with delight.
Like a transformation it goldens its home
reconstructs and rebuilds its broken bones.