Sparrowminded

Once diverse colors of the spectrum
Flock together like a band of sparrows

Everything blends
And ends in singularity

When your drifting focus narrows
Here exists a quiet frame of mind
More often than not these days
It is a rarity

Future
A canvass unpainted with dreams

Past
One vague memory

In the growing reverie
What seems to be real is
And
Is exactly what it appears to be

Jettisoned
Freefalling
Floating along
Light as a sparrow feather
Denser than heavy metals
Singing a vibrational song
More violent than the stormiest weather
Whispered to soft spoken flower petals

Enter the realm of the prancing unicorn
World that exists outside the stars
Be reborn
In the furnace where ancient myths are forged
The Purgatory of your fears purged
Old wounds becoming new scars
As flames lick these in a slow burn
You cauterize

Only to suddenly return
Haze fading from your eyes

Scattering every which way into the air
The sparrow flock takes to the skies

Prismatic rays of light individualize