The sublime breath of afternoon's mountain
draws a blissful rush,
an energized peace that flows on.
Though treetops glisten in dew
and waver amongst wind's brow,
I hear a burning message
advancing with blessing
to my sunken heart.
My core depends on this wish,
a supply, a nutrient to calm.
And the heart of sun's hand
heals my lost reflection,
until immobile feet rise
to meet the prince
of tranquility-
a spirit renewed.
