Liquid thoughts, like melting snow
Running down the mountain side
The sparrow rises high and sings
Her song so loud and clear
Up into the brilliant sky
Rolling hills and merry more songs
For the time of adventure
And constant retreat
Dancing through the night
In a folly filled rendition
Of Life in general
A growing concern, a conjuncture of times
A round about way to reconcile the ways
Of degenerate actions of old
Too close is the million mile way
Green trees falling through the country side
Wind close to heart, marking the face
That stares back in the beckoning night
Nightfall hits, draping it’s cloak across the sky
Moonlit wonders and wandering thoughts
Meander across the way
Please set aside this time to clear you head
Everyday blunders burden the soul
Hanging heavy on lingering thoughts
Flickering in the spirit and mind
Firefight lighting spreading it’s electric wave
Developing lasting impressions on nervous tendencies
Let go of the night and crawl towards recognition
Break away from the day and live
Let that wind bring back the faith
Of never ending meetings through the junctures of time
Space out your breaths and relive the tradition
Then too will you know you follow with grace
Heart heavy, leaning towards cold confusion
Relating itself to a gregarious embrace
Wicked little tidings of fellowship
Staring at you from the cloaked sky
Pretending that the hero is at hand
Foraging past the rolling hills, snow slosh sliding
Down and down to the rendition of wave
But too does the night, melt with the sun
Gaining ground on the shadow running up the hill
Deep in the mind, a treacherous path
Of mindful extinction and round about ways
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