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 … Continue reading I Am My Own – February 19, 2024
Tag: subconscious
Trees – October 10, 2018
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.
DoRee MelNic 