That Something in my Spirit

There´s that something in my spirit...

          that smells like pine trees, like fresh rain, like pink dish soap,

          that tastes like Friday-pizza, like Sue´s crumb cake, like bug juice,

          that is dark green, navy blue, sunny yellow, joyous orange and deep grey,

          that sounds like boisterous singing, like gathering thunder, like peaceful, moonlit silence,

          that feels like a heart-felt hug, like a warmly-held hand, like a crackling campfire´s heat,         

          that knows of jobs well done, of sorrows shared, of feathery dreams,

                   and of fresh tomorrows born of broken yesterdays,

          that sings with the crickets,

                   dances through sunlit waters,

                             arcs high above the mountain

                                      and yearns to pass the Flame, undimmed, unto others.