A New Meaning
by Portia Burton
Some strange and mysterious shadows
Are gathering all around
As if to prod me to germinate anew
From my own being’s ground.
Suddenly I feel like a sapling
Dreaming the dream of flowers,
And invoking the distant clouds
For some nourishing showers.
Just then a stream starts to flow,
Murmuring a bubbly song in my core;
Its ripples spread out insistingly
To reach and caress my skin’s shore.
I start to tremble all over,
Like a bud on the verge of blossoming,
My shadow peels off like a slough,
To let me shine with a new meaning.
©Portia Burton 2012