In the unveil

Hear my call. Hear my pain.
It doesn't need to be but it is. The unveil is too taunt to go back.
And now it rips open apart showing the dust and the gold.
Shining through the masks and through the transparent,
is a light that was always present.

We know where we need to go.
We know the calls we must make.
We know the familiar that we must abandon.
I don't eat the same anymore.
I toss my head on my pillow entering the ethers.
I long for your touch, but I yet to hold myself long.
I smile at fruits and plants and sparkles of nature.
I'm still yearning for balance though scales reign my essence.
I overdose on honey and sesame crunch unknowingly
prying through tension.