Rain drops,
Odd spots,
spots blot,
spots drop.
A puddle to muddle,
A hole worth the leap,
I shuttered sinking too deep!
Rain drops plops on head knots,
Gentle tickles down my cheeks.
Tears from clouds make me sing,
Tears from clouds forever call spring.

The staircase gallery random art show,
Trees sparkling, photos show their glow

May 31st as the three set beach side,
watched as the constellations collide

The three set all in tune, waves splash,
three shades, signs and colors bloom

The night never ended,
It all felt very meant to be,
For the next day welcomed the Three.

"Loosing ones self in a moment can leave pieces behind in the past, Realizing you're caught in the moment you gather what matters. The past keeps what you lost, the present reminds you everyday, the future holds no bonds. But longing for the pieces, you are left in the present in eternal sorrow with no way to your past. This what matters once must be let go with every step into the future."

Rain drops whisper above a silent sea
Winds whistler gust notes, smells dance free
Skippin' thoughts like skipping stones
Sippin' shots of life might chill the bones
The boats unsteady, the crews unready
Swelling over the water clears many thoughts
Soft stitched, rain drenched, pinched minds collide
Side eyed peripheral glanced as ethereal eyes danced
Materials aside to not hide the soul inside
                                                          ­      Naked is the fruit
Eternal reside sparks nodes that shied
                                                           ­       Fruit seeds root
Paternal instincts say do not hide
                                                            ­          Roots shoot
In life the elements stand aside
                                                          S­prouted tree with leaves
The earth grows without me

Claimed by green, warmed by sun, cooled by shade
Underneath insects lay, shaped a many way
Ruff, smooth or ridged
Varies the weathered latitude longitude
Some cherished , polished and grooved
Great enough to withstand force
But rain over years show no remorse
Skipped over water to lay a new course

I found it hard,
hard to Bard,
Bard now jarred

We don't know how many,
hands together ready

The fight could last through out the night,
those whom lasted the fright,
who cheers through the sky could **** a kite

Bard tried hard,
Bard on guard,
sparred and still not scarred.