Perhaps one day,

We’ll look at the world,

Through accepting eyes, ...

In our neighborhood,

On warm summer days,

It at times hails. ...

Last night’s dreams,

Were hard to understand.

Obscure fragments, ...

Days pass,

Sidewalks crack,

And colors, ...

Some days,

I wish I could hear,

Flowers simply speak. ...

Lately,

I’ve been wondering,

Who my shadow really is. ...

What better way,

To lighten a grey,

Cool spring day. ...

It’s mystery,

What often she sees.

Shapes and forms, ...

Watermelons floating,

In a shady pond.

It was grandpa’s way, ...

I may be discolored,

Rusty,

Somewhat old, ...

Silver linings,

Dwell in the skies.

Where dreams form, ...

Drip,

Dry,

Let those feelings, ...

Familiar lands,

Where memories reside.

Planted over years, ...

In earlier times,

I craved a wild,

Bustling life. ...

Clouds drift by,

Trees grow,

As those we love, ...

When close,

I can feel,

What she hides, ...

Dreams rust,

And fade away,

When not breathed, ...

Today,

I will drive away.

To a place, ...

Wandering around,

Head bent down,

Open-mouthed, ...

Clear thinking,

Often oscillates,

Like waves. ...