I was there, sitting on my shingled house,
the misty fog of vibrant colors blinded my skin.

The wisps of the trees, fluttered down to the green bed,
And all around silence covered  like burnt ashes,

I was there when magic struck.

Reflections of glittering due caught my eye,
Like fire-fly's dancing cross horizons peck.

A sea of flowered meadows laid rest with in the sky,
Sequestered wings making triangles out of blue.

I was watching every turn.

A sudden rise between pillared branches.
frozen breath pouring out of mouth.

Can someone Please stop my watch,

The more you burn, the more you stay,
funny how life works that way,

Heat gathered as I held your hand a stray,
knowing life would come my way.

Obedient to the chiming clock, life awoke from it's slumber,
But those who wander may get lost.

Keep to the nest, small chirping youths.
Upon my sleeve I have nothing left to write,
Only words that have been written once before.

My shadow waited on the boards, vacant now but this I knew. The stars to bed, engulfing blaze,

Shimmering in the night-less day.

I was there, sitting on a shingled roof.

O yes,

I’ll see you in a day or two