I'll never talk about what it's not, but I'll tell you what it is

It's the jaw harps sound, clear as spring water in open mouths

It's an echo clear in a budding clearing

And clear enjoyment in the crinkling eyes of a crying wish

And as for my old mentor, his name was Kitten Lips

Because he purrrrrred when he performed on it

Source, a heartthrob life
Be thought, and alone no more
In my being caught

College is
A peaceful mind
Because it's years
And years
Of nonthinking
Thought

Free of judgement
And greatly
At a price
Often bought

Pain, no conscious name
Be known, but never the less
In present heaven

BLACK
Is the darkest singular star
Behind the sun in the known night sky

BLUE
Is the sea in the sight of it's beholder
And long as the day is young and green

BOLD
Is the order of man unknown
Tall, as it shoots and sparks into the fall of being

COLD
Is the starlight and seabed alike
As awakening grasps at the spark of meaning

No coloring known
Is such as described by man
Ever seen alive

You cannot see me
Hear aloud
Though here I am regardless

Consisting of the why in wind
Though I may howl
And crash upon the sudden leaves

I am still
The whispering in the hear and now

Inside every tree
Once grown, is a seed of life
And death yet to be

Peaks and valleys found
On every fragile mountain
Past and present young