No longer clinging to your home
you have decided it was time to be grown.
Flight into night, rise to touch the moon.
Kiss the stars let your heart swoon.
Become blue and red twinkling,
exchange light waves for water rippling.
Drop a stone in to see the repetition.
Circuitous pattern generating volition.
Lines colliding to the shore,
oscillation fluctuating into your core.
Vibrations penetrating every atom.
Comfort grows through harmonization.
A poem a day for a year. This is number 106 of 365.