the sweetest scented morning

[icarussuicide]

...and then there are moments when your heart unfolds like a song. Like the story of my life.
In the backbeat we found true intention ascension and the burst and bloom of a genesis; the lemon yellow sparks pounding a black sky in a flash brighter than any star your God could muster.
The breaking light saw separation fit to unravel
but  when what lay inside me came out to play-

I could see nothing more gorgeous
than what was truly
a
         brand
                           new
                                           day