Whitefire Water, a poem

Something changed.Only fresh aliveness is satisfying. 

Desires became sweet childish dreams.

Life, here and now, like a whitefire mountain spring

Spewing light, colors, sounds, objects, people

On the blank canvas of my mind.

Life alone succeds in clenching my thirst.

Just loneliness, at times …

The price of freedom.

There is always something new to see tough. 
©A. Garden, July 2017