Before I traveled the world
I sat
and I wondered about the bathroom sink.

Does it have meaning!
Drops of life,
next to a human waterfall?

I wondered for then
and then only.

My life,  now
having no abandoned thoughts.
Yes.
I live for the now
I sing songs in my shower
of earths water untouched
and blow distant light
as I run at the day
so shall we forever stay in our way?
Forevermore.
March away into my
nightless abiss.

And Sometimes the Sun s Bright

Later the Rain might wash it away

Like Earths rivers Melting into land

I watched my land melt.

Shouting Growling sort of way

"I am here!" She said

Tomorrow believed Today

Like a bird grazing in the wind

My temptations wont astray

Today I am not of the devil

Today I am Of

the Flowers and of The

Clouds, falling Rain

Because now I am IT

and it I will stay

Like a vision of Heaven

I Rest in Peace our Tomorrow

Today

Save life to Live later

Below the Setting Sun

Save our rain dance, another Day

It shouts YELLOW-BLUE

it Calms the Night

And so it shines purple into the Sky

Lighting our Breath, Leading our way.

The River moves
so we dont have to
oh longing to rush
and will
we stay statues
now still
with calm
for there is no anxious rushing
moving through us.
The visuals have become more
than just visuals
my dream is to fall in
just enough!
We wait patiently
for the cold
to touch upon us!

Oh River we stay still.
Oh River we stay still.

Bad endings
will always be
bad endings.
He cupped his hands in giving
though the liquid he bore
was not distributed evenly
though bless our hearts
we did try
with all our might
in fact.
So swaying with legs
and small faces
I watched him march
as if to say
"get lost!"
with no intention.
The women of fire
did much the same
though I did not see her
walk away.

Winter does not exist
if you choose to chase away from it.
Just never let the Sun hail to the moon!
And never let the Moon stale your focus!

There are rivers over there
that smell of sweet flowers.

I sang crystal eyelids to rest well into the forgiving hours of the night.

He held my hand in the morning still dead upon arrival.

I watched him pant and drool.

He smells bad.

I Love him.

He didn't have lines,
he had colors
shifting through
different variations of purple
blue

      blue

blue.
while singing to words he did not hear
than bragging
about it years later.

We did not wonder
about the colors
he bore
it was all sounds-
words of pretty and wonder.
They were nice
and Wild!
such a magical thing.
Though I am still waiting
to finally hear him sing
so he can finally show us
his colors, colors.