Blue pools
of shimmering tide
swirl gently
upon white sand

Sun-struck scales
of coral creatures
reveal hints
of galactic beauty

Reality's eternal beauty

exists.

Purple clouds between us
with you across the line
a stressful day becomes
content

Distance,
though your present silence
awakens a gray heart
to love's radiance

Sat upon clay colored cushions
In the breadth of foreign land
two young men and a boy
listen in,
to Spanish TV

Mosquitos hover intently
upon warm humid air
lowering to replenish
with itchy precision

Flowery aromas,
of fruit-scaped hills
pour through parted Windows
of 13 glass panes  

a white sock and a black sock
the moment feels the same
still typing
trying to find,
my purpose here

Cello foundation
married to clean vibration
of guitar's ring
fed gently  
through memory's slide show

I play the same old songs
to hear my guitar ring
they're my friends,
I'm familiar with them

This moment unfolds
    bringing new thought