I remember so many things.
All hoping that I wont forget.
The beautiful thoughts that ring.
Keeping the little things planted and set.

Originally it was a Red Plaid sea.
Walking along with the flow.
Along my thoughts and words you see.
In the silver bow.

Where the light shined and dawned on me.
In the space where I did see.
Given the place of mind.
To complete the mountains in kind.

I still stop to see, when I walk by.
To again look up at the sky that once died so perfectly.
Wanting again to fly in the five skies that enveloped the five clouds of mine.
Remembering exactly the path I took instantly.

Yes, I remember the scene.
I remember the exact day.
Knowing what I've seen.
Where I flew away.