I Am My Own – February 19, 2024

The treetops are dirty

As the sun goes down

The wind is gentle

Through my fingers

~

Lines separating ages

And ages of things

Dusk is when I sing

Where I disappear

I come alive

In the colors

The calmness of the day

The piles of thoughts

~

Another dimension

Flirting incandescently with

The times we’ve had

And maybe the times we’ll have

Dusk is when I sing alone