infinite visions.

This feeling hangs like ancient fog

over tree limbs lined by new day dawn

where single filed ants march on

the air is still as new born fawn.

His heart beats infinite visions.

broken leaves at sundown

broken leaves at sundown

set fire to the trees

drinking from the heavens

of nature’s crystal spring

yellow jacket bumbling

curious honey bees

as blades of grass we tango

bound for eternity

that lone bird this morning

My friend is back

that lone bird

this morning

he’s brought a friend

and wouldn’t you know

here I am

barely awake

and jealous of him

though not to spoil their party

I ear my headphones

stretch and bend

It’s got to be 60 degrees

and while I run

I think of them

happy among the trees.

The morning

I’ve missed you

said the morning

to the man

at the top of the hill.

I’m so sorry

said the man

to the rising sun.

Don’t be sorry, be present

said the wind.

We’ve missed you, that’s all

said the trees.

And we’re glad that you are here

said the sun.

Thank you

said the man

at the top of the hill.

Now go

said the morning

there’s so much more for you to see.

So the man began

his descent into the valley

this time

with only his shadow trailing behind.

rand0m th0ught #105

it’s not the socialites with expensive cars

that I envy, it’s the people who butter my toast

and their diligent nature, that like fall trees,

I can’t help but look at in awe

two sparrow

This morning, a sparrow

gnaws at my ear, his absence

is all that I see, while sunlight

casts shadows on tree limbs

I hear, nothing but sparrow clearly

while stillness, and calm

fly all through the air, impressions

a Renoir scene, two sparrow

take wing, like dancers I hear

them tip toe paint gracefully.