Within the collecting cloud banks
you’ll find my wandering mind.
roaming seas, wont you restore my sanity?
Pouring rain on a tin roof, here soon
the morning dew will distribute minerals
to be absorbed by the parched desert.
Blue sheen streams across these slopes.
Surrender & recline, with you
and float into a dream state of mind.
merging breaths ripple outwards and fogs
beyond the blinds.