Visions of Spring

As you step outside to meet the day, the breath of spring greets you and you can actually taste how delicious it is. The emerald veil has once again been cast upon us, the trees reach skyward engulfed in chartreuse leaflings, the sleeping flowers are awakening from their winters dream, echos of children's laughter whimsically floats to your ears. The conversation of two squirrels nearby catches your attention and the transfusion of sunshine which filters into your soul fills you with a childlike wonder at the beauty of a day like today.

I awaken with the rising of the moon and embrace night's esoteric presence, I can feel the stars essence within my unsanctified veins. My eyes see through shadows of illusion and the things which remain hidden from the children of the sun. Moving through time in a juxtaposition of fast forward and slow motion they never saw me coming, I could taste their fear with crimson desire as I put them to their final sleep.

I am a fallen angel, a child of night, I once held the keys to heaven, now I stand at the doorway to the abyss and for this I cry tears of the sun...

He reaches inside to pull out the butterfly of his dreams, and lets it go. He watches as it flies away and dances madly on the wind, there is a feeling of wonder that goes through him. The future looms ahead like a sparkling gemstone just waiting for him to reach out and seize it. One day he will reunite with his friend that he has set free, to live in the world of dreams that he has created, which he had to let go of to actually find and come home to.

Creation is not just the beginning of time...
As I write these words, I am creating.
There are so many different things that we as mini-creators have made. Like an echo of God's power, we bring into existence, art, music, new inventions, a creative dish. And like a bunch of small children trying to mimic adults, within our own creations we try to imitate God.