You in your full bloom, at peace,
like swirling honey in warm milk,
made of rich pigment and velvet petals.

take a breath, and paint a picture,
of the transient atmosphere,
and you swaying with the ocean breeze.

send it to that part of you
that is lost in endless worry.

i sent a postcard today
it must’ve not made it
past the clouds
and to the golden gate
where you await

It’s a goodbye to the birdies
It’s a goodbye to the car
It’s a goodbye to the bridges
That have taken us too far

You’re a flag behind my window
You’re a shadow on the wall
And if I break what I play with
Guess I shouldn’t play at all

And you’ve been to Montenegro
Where the sun has touched your face
All the vehicles and buildings
Synchronized to match your pace

Had your voice tracks for a weapon
Had your picture for a guide
Now there are men behind my doors
And they won’t let me go outside

So let the land be yours
All beneath your feet
Be a current flow
An electric heat
Be the rising sound
Be the river deep

And when the wicked, twisted ways have led me here
I’m standing tall
Wave a flag behind my window
Cast a shadow on my wall

Ride the bus every day
till the sun makes its way
out of chaos,
the temperamental blues
like a dog going after
the isolated leaf
searching for the breath
of eternal grief.

send me over
a postcard
of tense yesterday
push me further
than where you departed
during the doomsday
hallelujah is the last hurrah.

Another day, another way
till summer rain, till winter sane
drifting away, drifting away,
way, way further,
way, way further.

cold. blurry blinking blue
back in light glistening iridescent white
crested waves crashing to a tide pulled under
quiet—

below the surface swimming
soft sway current sweeping shells
fishes bubble breathing
drifting.

mountainous shores sandy shallows
washed in crystal casper
and silk sails in the sky
soft laughter.

joy-filled jubilation
splashing smile simply bubbling
beckoning back to be beneath
the sea.

I wrote you-
A postcard.

Sat it by the toaster-
Where I saw your reflection.

I wrote you-
A post card.

I wrote you-
In warm regards.