Flames in the Horizon

It is obvious from how the wind suddenly blows gently over the skin

or the way the sky seems to bear a subtle yearning;

Then the trees seem to be growing every second you look at them

and the river is suddenly flowing inside your head.

Steps echo differently, the solid ones you take, 

like an oath between your feet and the ground, never to be broken. 

The walls do not seem to be captivating anything anymore,

nor shall doors stand a chance against the grip of your mighty hands any longer.

You hear it, you hear them, you hear everything

clearly in your pounding heart...