as i went to leave a comment and say something like– gold isn’t gold with out the fire. and then i doubted as if questioning my own beliefs

looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek

slipping in the cool as the feet love the feel cozy cradled in the head make it a water bed dreams do come

missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground

abstract paint i did again after many years gone by forgot the feeling of the strokes mixing of hews to blend much like poetry, never seeing

reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words

and as the shopping gets to heavy… you find someone to lay it on and… pulling the crust off could make i… yolk don’t mix well with it, you c… that the sea gulls land on the moo…

you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through

making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar

reflecting my Father brings light to the darken glass mirroring His love will be my home pass

the paths come together and run side by side some of us just wanting to hide painting on plastic wrap it will be such a ride

broken perfection siege-d by the hand only to find - nothing looking back in the mirror the horror that races through