...the sound of silence dissolving beneath a full moon pulsing blood in my veins echoing like a bird with wings soaring into the wind to catch a leaf falling then it becomes a raindrop dripping with a human soul, dream awakening

Layers of brushstrokes and rough edges in one's imagination of a lovely dream where each stroke is a poetic stanza a breath of expression softly released beyond the futon of memory sticks with recycled art seen through the eyes in one's imagination of a lovely dream

...in the faces on the old bark on backroads of memories of musings, doings and lucid dreams of red clay down by the feet of my shadow where Mama now rests surrounded by nature's postcards in the faces on the old bark

Sophisticated shadow in silhouette seen through the windowless pane dressed in nothing but moonlight draped over the midnight hour pale as a white rose petal clouding the leaf smiling on the flower sophisticated shadow in silhouette

With sleeves of leaves in nature's vest the winds blow mellow upon the dew as I sit composing silently musing the loveliest of dawn's twilight reminiscing a budding seed to leaf a flower

...the time is now, a maddening shadow I can't remember the shape of things to come or the diameter of my success the face of sorrow, hands of tomorrow or the sinister winds knowing my name fracturing my soul to eat from my mind yesterday's omelet in this world divided by paranoia or forbidden knowledge

Once a caterpillar now a musical chair chasing, dreaming, dallying a woo courting a butterfly dancing in the air in celebration of beauty and love listening, winging, singing in queue wearing the best obsidian wings of summertime's scented kisses in a frenzy inspiring more beaucoup

Sweet anesthesia blue eyes cold dysphoria cocaine rain of my mind's decapitation falling into the abyss wearing out the solstice of the corrugated moon behind the cold dysphoria sweet anesthesia blue eyes Sweet meeting promises bound butterfly kisses as a burning ember fall and pierce the desiring heart smiles on faces reflected within the heart and soul gaze with desire joy reflected love never ends alas, there is a grea...

Of autumn's cozy winds snobbery's jilted kin in sleeves of cooler weather turning leaves into chowder embracing mannequins with moonbeam-savoring cheddar scrumptious appetizers for the quiche in nature's culinary of pumpkin treats of autumn's cozy winds snobbery's jilted kin

What better way to do with a string... fly a kite string popcorn makes a cat's cradle in a basket and don't forget... to tie your shoes walk the doggie on a Yoyo with a string around your finger play a bass guitar make a string bracelet holding on to a falling star What better way to do with a string... a hammer and nail to hang a picture with a string and don't forget... to tie your shoes ones, that are blue

Across Andiron's silhouette straddling feet listening to the house tuberculosis cold embers in the dark's sweet peas leaping from the pod on no man's sod on the floorboards where now lay frost listening to Mama sing, "When I reach the city where all my loved ones are" leaping from the pod on no man's sod in a house of memories without sound across Andiron's silhouette straddling feet

Of leaves rustling in nature's autumn breeze snoring in midnight's gentle symphony and the infinite waters of winding rills as twilight curls around the legs of hills caressing the shadows in life's energy whispering scented ginseng for tea in the falling rains for shampoo snoring in midnight's gentle symphony

Autumn winds, moonless seas my heart begins to dream listening to the willow hair raining a different tongue whispering minuets echoing herons of endless wings in timeless shadows sung forever waves of emerald eyes and the falling gills of leaves listening to the willow hair billow upon the pillow's lair

In the patchwork quilt store life is but a thimble in a basket or lost in a pocket of time with a clock to mend the socks molding life around one's finger a goblet full of suspicious dreams in the patchwork quilt store

Simple sticks, birds in a nest nature's argyles and twigs trees losing their wigs as Autumn goes the wind listening to the silence now covered with leaves from green to gold jeans simple sticks, birds in a nest nature's argyles and twigs