My eyes paint a tinged picture of what I see. My heart beats a murmured song of what I know. My hands crumple the very thing I long for. My mouth stammers, as I watch the chance pass by. All the while, my ears are taking everything in.
Tossing and turning, Waving and bent. The sensation is freeing. Stretching as far as your eye will take you. Flittering as the wind flops Front to back. Whooshing in synchrony, The tippy tops. I lose myself in blowing trees, Endlessly Whirling away. Where ever your subconscious takes you.
You punctuated my life. This morning, I awoke Trying to add a comma, Hit return, indent, tab, period. Anything. I heard semicolons are a farce. Insert. Delete. Trash.