with a weary head embedded in the sheets amidst the livin’,
and the bottled dreams that drift the spiral margins of the linens,
a body rests between the covers worn but wholehearted
from turning pages when the lesser traveled roads parted,
the pillows billow still as willows waiting for disruption, a sanctuary of the most sensational of functions,
painted to the bedpost the cover of this epic, draws connection through the mystic senses tuckered in the fabric,
seeping color sinks among the boundaries of my frame/and
I watch the dynamism known to shift the world’s arrangement,
a sparkling glaze is lowered as a curtain full of fantasy,
a land that’s rich with harmony dissolves in front the canvassing,
standing in aesthetics sheen with color like none other,
flowing water rounds the boundaries like aqueous nirvana,
Thought is compromised with nearly tangible felicity,
virginal detections born of aromatic sensory,
I journey to a tidal shore with forest in the distance,
the feeling of a million visions circle in an instance,
the scaping land that spans the cape creating heaven literally,
visualized in person with the light of vivid imagery,
awaking into slumber drawn as humble be the irony,
the dream’s derived of particles normally disguised to me,
a weary tide that rises late can still recover victory,
a gift within itself I sleep to visualize my history,
a world expands and opens hands from momentary heightening,
to cultivate the beauty that I see will bring delight to me,
a hanging candle balanced in the center leaks a thin
magic born of happiness inscribing onto sheets of wind,
I’ll serenade the centerpiece in Sun drenched Earth & be
the longest shadow demonstrating thankful feelings personally,
absorbing the abundance touching mind & body purposefully,
no wonder it’s depicted as the cyclical rebirth of me,
of course you’ll see that mind & body have a co-existing wis-dom,
obviously my almighty knows me best and then some,
now what am I but content contributing to continents,
and what am I but content to ascend above the obvious,
committed to identifying beauty in the backdrop
I shine with affirmation caught engaged within a snapshot,
(looking through the shutter moves the color through the lens cover, you’ll discover soon that others often overlook the miracle,
refracting noise & clutter as the squirming coils are striking, bending lighting to your liking has the world appearing spherical)
a tryst of pulsing rhythm sets a comfort to the scenery,
drifting clouds of memories shift into the evening,
(the sun shines the thinnest line over the land it passes
like a burning silken signature scrolling over canvas,
the beam of closest distance brings its densest gift of radiance
and changes life forever as it shifts its light away from it)
I touch the Earth with thumping hands and synchronize vibration,
so every day and night I feel the church of my creation,
a drowsy head composes sound with somnolent resound,
alas another day has fallen to the beauty of the crown,
creeping remnants of a life assort themselves through what I’m seeing,
as the portal to the mortal hues string towards my being,

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