Shooting out, taking the cloud seemingly with it into blue skies farther on.
Then, letting it go and flying into an invisible atmosphere.
Afterwards, the streak of the jet dripped down like icicles, hanging from eaves of an imaginary house in the sky.
Slowly, they fell silently into little hoops, over earth, then slowly vanished into thin air, leaving only the cloud with skirt flowing behind as it was slowly moved toward the east by an air current.
seem to notice is the thought running through my mind.Yet, when I look into his eyes I see his heart holds thesame love for me.If only our minds were as honest and truthful as ourhearts we would always be together.
learned how to sing.‘Love potion number 9’, an all-time favorite.Rombling around, seeing people around me,looking at older hot rod cars and motorcycles.
Trembling with grief, yet I remember with joy the happiness and good times we’ve had together.Focusing on all the good memories, feeling past hugs touch my soul with love, as I endure this life without you.
and calm.Looking through jaded curtains at a life passing by,noticing it is standing still, yet I continue incircles, connecting past and present moments withquickened memories.Standing on the polka-dotted carpet of some innerdomain, wondering how it got there and why it’s notalso staying still.Measurements of quality associated with innertranquility, falls forward spilling onto the pavement, scattering…
