Countdown.

Let the light humble you to the truest form of existence,
let the warmth kindle the soft edged fire that burns behind your lids.
It's about time you took charge and set those recurring sparks finally aflame.
The filtering shadows of heat can curdle into one golden moment of  purpose-
The trail of shimmer is leading you on,asking you to follow.
To discover rooms filled with the bittersweet iridescence of fragmented dreams,
To walk into ventures of the stark bright lightness of loving and living.
All the way to yet another new end of a line-
The tightrope's safer end now in firm,reassuring grip.