Becoming

I came from a sea of masks

A morass of illusions

I existed in the past and future

I felt wondrous in dreams

I felt horror in the disconnect

One day I lost concern

My being surfaced

I found a space in the between

of scissoring currents

I lifted my head into the

Golden mist of the surreal

In the next moment

The hue of my complexion was

Compassion

There was the music of the moment
At first it was gentle
Then it was escalating

Colored with a kind demand
I could feel the strings of my heart

Being tugged into a swoon
I wanted nothing else