Mistless Breeze

 

spring or summer

either it be,

inspire such moments

beyond vapid repose

or prolonged apathy

 

Mornings are alwasy filled with chirps

and chips

prestine tiny tear drops

staingin the creased edge of pillows

as im carried away in the cascades of surrealism

the screen filled with either foreighn drama

or bittersweet lovespells

 

come now after the Dawn Falcon has taken flight

Wings gaping wide

enveloping the land in its brillian aura

but the mistless breeze carries a chill

and though the road is near

and the motors of the cars falls over me like the gentle abble of a brook

I hear no sound

 

life is quiet

Still

whispering things

I dare say i forgot it speaks

where green grass lives

'and there is justice when one small tree

still stands

a testament to values greater than man

 

with my feet anointed in spilled oil

and the sun makes these hands glisten

but they glow pink and the smell of us

and the blessings of this peace

melts away all the stress and fustration and with a breath

I find myesl erect and upright

foot from stone to glaide

 

eyes rooving over the magick of a simple loan

full of weeds and closely prunded shrubs

pass the corner of the building as empty of life as the fullness of this moment

Im leave america and see tomorrow and ytesterday Now

how fields of nothing more than grass and dandelions

lead men to believe there were gods

 

my stoney heart melted in the moment today

I prayed for peace to be mine

and found that peace is also more than still

but sways in the gentle caress of a mistless breeze