Beyond My Sphere of Explanation

These many moods of the churning cycle
with the wink of moon
the kiss of fog
and softly glowing pink hues
splashed against a violet canvass

Please show me where to place my lips
upon the fiery crown
to welcome home the roaring lion

I barely have a poetic breath
left in the lines of my palms
but I live out these visions each day
and cradle them close to heart

If all I have are fragments
slipping past the veil of consciousness
to tease my tongue with ineffable thoughts
then I will do my best to sigh sincerely

Whether we laugh or weep
in the pouring rain
our steps will learn to tango
with the shaman king of the dancing geese

and the birds will chirp
to herald spring

and the buds will shift
from red to green

and all these gifts of grace
will brand our spirits

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.