A Harness to Harvest

I allow the mystical melodies to slip from within as the crisp winds arrive.

Reflectively, I recall distant voices crying out, seeking comfort of a close friend.   

Harvesting thoughts of brightness, fantasies, and intangibles one can win, I wondered,  

while holding on high waves to funnel family fortunes of good tidings in.

At times I’m a vessel of emptiness, replaced by soothing sounds of delight and serenity.

I have a once abandoned soul with a hungry heart, one concealed with vacancies.  

Seemingly, I admire paths of affection that causes emotional trembles inside, yet,

I walk beyond the beauty of a flaring stride that the most camouflaged scares cannot hide.    

Complemented by relief from soft laughter and the stretch of warm hands.

The farther I walk on loose gravels, the softer the piercing sands.  

I’m inspired, and now telling the sassy stories like my uncles often told during the long drives,

I snap into a link of yesterday to connect to the old souls which rest on the other side.

Seriousness subside and today, there is no need to wrestle with perceived uncertainties.

Leaning with confidence, closeness comes with the team who are postured to run with me.

Sacred experiences shared has increased my faith and now, new dreams I spin.

There is an appealing aspiration aired, and conditions are set for hungry hearts to win.  

Today, fulfilled and of mentally release. Love for family deepens as the winds of beauty settles in.

 ~ Joe Shakeenab