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.