I feel like I'm the wind. Wrapping myself into any shelter. Anything to stay, Then a tug. A longing to leave. From where I can't stay. That I've got to grow That I've got to build into a gust That I need to be a tornado Tearing the trees from roots Roaring across plains.
I feel like I'm the wind That just came off the ocean
See the places on the screen Those places you have dreamed of going. Those foods you've never eaten. Those friends you haven't met.
See them on the screen.
Let the envy build Till one day You find you've run away Your friends will be so happy
To see you on the screen
Tragedy is a present. That waits, As a patient bud, blooming in pity and fear.
Rarely a surprise.
I used to think of palm trees as fireworks in full bloom that stood as vanguards next to wafting rose perfumes shades and shadow on sunny days.
Litter the boardwalk
Notes trickle through the trees In falling acorn buds and leaves An orchestra to an ever changing rhythm.
That crescendos during fires, Falling to a chant when it rains. The forest is a symphony.
Sit down, it won't take but a moment. Close your eyes This is ... Eternity.
The grass moving lethargically against the slight motion of wind. The same wind caressing Dancing with the sunlight warming and then cooling your face.
In a moment you'll open your eyes. probably, feel pretty much the same probably.
But before that instant, for now feel the clouds overhead. as they shift past the sun. the small shadow, leaving you just a little cooler
The internal world seeing the external. Confirm it's not all a dream That this is all connected.
This. It's always about This.
When all the world we wove we wove so carefully collapsed
This. It's always about This.
The way your looking at me now deep into azure eyes I start to see a smile.
This. It's always about This.
The moment our breathing matched The moment we stopped trying That it all finally became infinity
This. It's always about This.
Each of us are so little; just a drop. . . . Falling . Trying to fit. . . Living a little longer . Laughing. . . Working towards better . . Your Still Just a drop . . . In an ocean ~ It's a lot
Rolling hills Against an azure sky. A child lazily paying attention The heat saps her will under the wafting willow tree.
Birdsong lifts bees Into a frenzied dance among the violets and daylilies
Somewhere off a brook gurgles. Passing wind is cooled gliding over it delicate stream.
Summer moments, Are like feeling halcyon's Birth into being
A memory to warm the future