let us run along the azure,
the faster, we can follow,
until it comes upon itself
an imagery to borrow.
I shall live upon the breeze,
floating along the scent of blossom,
the dissipating dandelion,
the breath of child.
listen to the rumbling,
if gray, then be it gray,
insignificants of white
as they say the mind to brain.
but the crowds amass,
and I, I to fleeing.
you were never there
but of you I was dreaming.
Ah- the piece of driftwood
sprawled upon the sand,
until a voice undulates,
set a sail again.
(an
innocent bystander)
And I, confused by the
plight of human emotion, took unto flight, to find where the water meets
the ominous sky...
