Words from the Ashes

I am not what my eyes see,

I am the space beyond.

For when eyes close in stillness,

What remains—

A feeling, a sense of being—

A quiet glow.

The golden blush of morning

Washes over me.

The distant haze and sparks of light

Not only seen, but felt.

I step into the mists of morning light,

Not fully changed,

But never the same.