Accidental Euphoria

Broken by the edge of Spring’s wanton gaze,

Lulled in by familiar dreams of the brilliant mishap of existence,

We greeted the green world with charm and reverie, the gifts of Ostara.

We never felt alone.

The brilliant vermilion skies fed our curious hearts,

As our limbs strayed into the slim air of experience.

We laughed, tuned into fuzzy frequencies of thought and sound,

Unbound to past or future, pressed into a hazy calm of unknown origin.

And for the first or final time, landed in the accident of euphoria…