Watching movement in time and space
in between waves of movements of place
rippled streams of consciousness
nothing more, nothing less.
Beauty found on barren walls
ghostly forms in empty halls
call to those who seek the sight
as day edges off into the night.
I journey in the mind with ease
with dreams on edge they taunt and tease
and whisper words of a night birds song
deeper into the shadows long.
I call to thought, remember me
and waking lose that final plea
as the specter image begins to fade
left on dampened sheets where the scene was made.
I lose these thoughts on a silent morn
and wonder from where they had been born
will they return in brighter hue
as I slip below and dream of you.
I drift back into yesterday
to catch back up to, relive the play
of moments spent in bliss and joy
another dream of a memoried boy.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 