Sand in between the toes
Mystical moon
Trails of stars
Moonbeams glistening with a soft glow
A collision of one
A grounded pure connection
A pure breath to your core, your center
You found yourself,
The sand in betweeen your toes

Luscious unfiltered water,
Sunshine snow, perfect in the moment
Magic from the sky
How do we all miss the moment
Frantic mind scatter,
Where do I have to be
What time
Can I make it
Who goes where
Insanity of the scattered schedules,
The hurried pace,
We can never see the sunshine snow,
Unless we all take a moment
and breathe

I see you
Not in your fancy red dress
Manners in tact for the elite
I see you as I look into your white eyes
Playing the part
You would give your life for one true smile
One genuine smile
Beyond the belle of the ball
Fake glimmers imagination for all
One genuine smile
I go back in time with my kin,
***** jeans
The mountains lovely marks
The wolves white eyes
A genuine smile as a walk the trail as I tried to keep up
My family laughing
My genuine white eyes smile
I return as I play the part
I see you
Your white eyes as I serve you immaculate food in your fancy red dress

Just sitting looking at a pine tree
no thoughts, judgements about it good or bad
Just mindfully looking at it all of it’s graceful beauty
No thoughts just impeccable focus.
We all judge, it is simply in our nature.
Guy in a black hoodie ,sweatpants are worn,
Business man in his fully equipped business attire
Thoughts , judgements,
STOP

Who what why when where and how.
I find myself between them all
Shackled skies torment me
I lift the stacks of who what where why and how
I find in the end it pays no worthy chap to bother
For to lift the shackled skies bestowed upon you
A wise man in the seedy alley told me to step outside of the box
So be it, I finally found myself again

It happened
Can’t go back
Dark alleys seem oh so nice
A quick shot of sweet liquid pain relief
A night of sure fire relief is all I seek
A guarantee death of my soul will follow
It happened
Can’t go back
Dark alleys seem oh so nice
My demons are right up on me
I have not welcomed them this close in oh such along time
Teetering on the edge of  any moons of sobriety

Oh springtime lover,
To dance the immaculate funk
White Sunny dress, toes bare.
In the white crystal colored sand,
to dance the immaculate funk
To be free as the unfiltered child,
molding their imagination with colored squishy playdoh