The Path

Bioluminescent sea and starry sky

The Path

What really needs to be said
cannot be spoken

except by the sky
when it’s dark

and all that’s left to follow
has been left behind.

Then, the only path
is one’s own heartbeat

and breath made visible
like steam from an invisible flame,

like bioluminescent water
rising in an indigo sea;

each inhalation a prayer,
each exhalation the music
that gives it wings.

© 2013 Andrea Freeman
(Photo credit unknown)

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