I'll show you mine
if you show me yours.
She said
as paint dripped down her face.
Humming melodies from out of space.

A Midnight bell rings through the night cloaked village.
The high standing clock tower has surveyed the night,
and deemed it high time to sing its chime.

A procession of men in crosses cloaked
sway forward with eyes searching dirt.
A humming unison, softly painting pictures
of mankind's final days.

Their humming chorus carries slowly down the empty streets,
an approaching fog creeping through the alleys,
smelling of soft odor sage.

Ever building ***** chimes build,
Frantic hands introduce each note to next
All culminating to its bitter end,
an apex, each note cryingly rings at once
deep into the fearful fox's core.

The humming bird flew,
A mist of rainbow hue,
Hung like a jewel in mid air motionless,
Mesmerized at the beauty below,
speechless,
At a tiny flutter queen,
Dressed in wings of blue green,
Perched on a pink flower,
Drinking its nectar.
Down the bird flew on to the branch,
Where the lady was,its thirst to quench.
"Oh!Dainty ballerina , let me take your hand,
Will you be my friend."
"How can I, when you scorned me a crawling dolt,
A caterpillar about to molt."
"Dear,forgive my rudeness,
Let me show you my goodness,
Here,dip in that flower,
It has the best nectar."
"Little bird,friends we will be indeed,
A piece of advice you must heed,
Never insult the humble,
In time they may be better and able."

I hope I can live my life
Painting stretching sunsets
With my back against a wall
Breathing in ever so deeply

In a t-shirt and shorts
My hair tumbling loose
And paint on my hands
Humming peacefully.

Humming birds don't come
Around my house anymore
But it is April
So I sit by the window
And look outside in mad hope

Laying quietly;
Humming harmoniously
In time with the rain.