Eyes clearing in a dream of a sun
grounded in the moment
where the magic becomes.
On blades of grass fresh and new
turning stones over searching
for what may lie below.
Drifting on the daydream
running low on endless time
shadows give life
to the long rays reaching the ground.
Moments filled with magic
yesterdays and today collide
to merge into something discovered,
the remains of a second unnoticed
left behind to shine
like a shooting perfect star,
falling into my hand.
Locked out against the answers
between pages lies the key
of invisible harmony
moving endlessly.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 