thoughts
flowerpots of eternal bloom
flowing over forth
corners that constantly long to be
the bright beautiful ceilings they uphold
colors of such influential textures
time
the teacher of true hearts
belief
rolling around in a pocket
lined by perpetual darkness
lean on the soul
trust always the truth
that regenerates
where the flawed human eyes
can never hope to even ask
life beyond today
with sight cast to
the next reality
that does not require
hearts to beat
nor lungs to breathe
just beings
we can hardly imagine
to just BE................
(written May 12, 2002 345pm)