Child-hearted Restorations

From my  bedroom terrace
life  progressively swings through
my consciousness,
which  afore was aching with regret;
coalescing into an ineffable
infinity of serendipity.
I see those whom I adore laugh loud
in play. Immensely I worship my broods;
there cocoa-brown melanin
glowing with pride. They’re my rubies
and gems. I feel what they feel;
the shores along  which they walk
likewise under my feet;
the sun caressing there skin,
equivalently massaging my own.
The wind and breeze enveloping them;
musically in there ears alike surround sound
in mine; through our feet sand granules prance,
and seashells frolic and dance
Now all is well and I can conquer
added universes—, further and beyond.
No less swayed, I can engineer globs
of bright destiny, and take steel bars
and make them bend.