I am a wintry 5:42
The brink of dusk,
when the sky is in a limbo,
between orange, and red
lightly sprinkled,
with a case of black stars.

I am a warm late June day
long after icicles have melted,
and the buds of spring have bloomed,
into brilliant leaves and flowers,
when life is just beginning to get fired up.

I am a dream,
that was once never,
believed to come true.
I am the rejoice of my ancestors
I am time, energy, and space
I am the soul within me.