Impossible

To see in the traces of every day laces
as the hidden silhouettes of laughter
bringing the eyes of a child's faith
into one's sky and light.

Passion's purest plume expanding
within the heart
fanning fires of inspiration
till nothing is defined by life's harsh edges.

Orbs find feeling in the unseen
whispers invented to unearth dead dreams.
Glow of what might be
warms inside
as miracle's wand impairs
one's cynicism

Suddenly gazing with a prism clarity
upon each facet called existence,
hues unveiled of their secrets
paint their tales inside the mind.

Day succumbs the dazzle renewed
when bewitching becomes
a state of being.