Pulse
March31
My soul twitches,
And I gasp for air.
When I open my eyes,
I’m flooded in color and light.
And as everything focuses,
I can see a straight line
From my eyes to yours.
In that moment of silence,
As our hearts beat as one,
Our pulse moving through time,
Soaring through the foggy haze,
Above the dark clouds,
Floating free,
And I remember how good it feels
To be alive again.