An amber lined flare

The sun greeted me between the spaces,

Blindly rebuilding the creeping ruins—

Turning back time as dandelions dance 

In the wind of my heart.

The pearl in sight—a treasure 

Given so openly, so fully—

Rewarded with disheveled ways

Now naked.

The sky expanding amongst the fields;

The curvature above in sight, 

Waiting for the signal—

An amber lined flare.