imagine?

a few words and then to inspire; mind forming connections

could it be, a poem?

clouds... ah, now there is a picture fitting the frame of drifting thoughts...

it happens you know, this way of finding the canvas fit to choosing

love and hate, yin/yang, up and down.

it is good it happens this way

one of so many paths, so many vibrations playing the very soul

no my fine filly, dance barefoot to the music of your dreams

dip your toes in the water of rushing moments of moss covered reality

and know, whenever you gain flight, you can join in the clouds

where poems live, and me.