at night landbreeze heads back to seas
and seeds of dreams do blow
roots dig deep in buoyancy
with memories in tow

anything not anchored down by
earthclung facts and doubt,
unsound thoughts get swept and bound by
hopeful tumult’s spout

awash inside an ocean
tumbl’d bumbling, all blues,
emotion in implosion
under pressure becomes truths

those clouds aloft in springtime brew
do breach the moon and glow
but nothing which perspires dew
does last the dawn, I know