#my flow

Dreams dancing through thoughts as if miraculous beings

Draped within conciousness bright and clean

There is a tendency for cosmic flow within me

There is no arrogance within my step that does not support me seamlessly

I loved from the beginning to some end just to pronounce the word and begin again

My heart spins deeper with every new revolution

And do I mend a soul too old to remember the hurt of the spoiled and the devastation reeked upon soil beholden to the golden rays of my last blissful days

Love takes hold of me to lead me through distance trees swaying before the last remark and my face just got hot as I moistened the time so it slipped seamlessly into the vine of the divine so that the bloom has room to be true as it takes root to bask within it's own hue

What is due

This time I was wise and the milk of lip stiff never rested upon my willow wisp

Still its mark is there within long silken hairs begging to be curled feeling absurd

As juices flow from trees overloaded

Moving to and fro

Seeking the things it cherishes to devour and recreate into meaningful landscape

Making sound out of smell thought out of touch emotion meaning less than too much

Can the cost be profound when all is bound hoping from foot to foot letting all loose

There is no way other than the toughest day defining a life stayed

Is there a cheer in your ear ringing loud demanding you hear

My flow is flat upon all weary backs harkening to the distant lack brightening eyes that despise only to try to draw the rainbow within upon the light that begins

Hmmmm

Did I win

This is and it always will be

My flow never complete always returning to me