Your blue tinged feathered clouds soothe
like whispered thoughts moving through dusk
I stand in awe of the beauty you possess and fall
in love with the wind once again.
Moon comes soon in tumultuous times
and peace falls like ashes from a cigarette
to the ground sparking embers
where drought claimed space
fire burns leaving charred remains
and I gather water like rain
that falls with the thunderous sound
as lightning snakes across behind
I look forward to the slipping of time
into the horizon,
tomorrow will again be born anew
and I will wait with my heart in my hands
praying for the peace once again,
castles on sand washed away by tides
but these hands will rebuild
as it is all they know
to create,
to give life
to breathe.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 