Hearing From Mates, Moment Sharers, Companions In a Hallway

HEARING FROM MATES, MOMENT SHARERS, COMPANIONS IN A DIFFERANT PART OF THE HALLWAY The clouds remind me Of the thoughts that sprang between us, Some puffed like dandelion balls Ready to be blown and drift, Broccoli headed breathers amid The streaming locks on an Ancient. Like the ribs of a leaf left bare from decay Or furry as moth antenna. A swan-like image and winged horses Rode on areas blue, The swan into a buck did turn The horse to a sheep, Then the sun started to set And I had thoughts of sleep.