The spiders tell me fables, and watch my eyes fall to rest
The music of the sky lulling me into a resting wake
The smiling clouds making a story in shapes and picture frames
While the ivy colored blanket of the grass becomes full
To embrace the widest form possible.
In the wind comes a silver fraction, and I sit closer
Gazing, breaking into a new face
Broken into forms unknown,
And I stand to run the reversal of times place
Feeling the soreness of the Earth’s quake
Flightless, I find myself lacking in execution
Slow and stuck, pacing in circles marked before
And I turn stricken with knowledge of the drumming sound.
But graceful arms catch me as I crawl,
To caress my troubled state with love.
I walk, and eat the sprouted berries transformed from the frowns
Inner perception breaking past the fire of restraint
And I fly,